After more than one week in Istanbul it was time to move on.
For the first time in more than two month I was cycling with my trailer and all my stuff again.
After I was ready to start our host Cemil was there to say good bye.
I had to go through the city, crossing Galata bridge and going to the feeder road that brought me on the highway and the Bosphorus Bridge.
This video shows you how I passed the bridge:
The feeder road was no problem. After about one km there was the start sign for the highway. From here no bicycles are allowed. Just behind the sign at the corner I saw a police car where lanes were joining. I waited a while but there was no sign that they would leave soon. There was also not enough traffic to hide behind. So at one point I just went on and hoped for the best. When I approached the police they all looked in the other direction and I passed without a problem. I had enough space to pass the slow traffic and because I was going downwards I was fast. At the start of the bridge is a small sentry box with a policeman. He only saw me after I passed him and I was just cycling as fast as I could. The policeman tried to shout behind me but the traffic was so loud that I pretended not to hear him. Manny passing people waved and honked their horns in appreciation.
I saw the sign “Welcome to Asia” and I was happy that I made it. I saw two policeman waiting for me but I expected this kind of welcome.
They took me to the police station a few meters away and told me that I have a problem. The next policeman came and asked me why I did not obey their rules and what I want. I tried to apologize and explained my project. I gave them a few of my stickers and when I told them that I flew jet aircraft and want to go around the world they forgot about the illegal crossing. Five or six policemen gathered around me and were curious about my bike and equipment. After a while they offered me some tea. They also asked if I want something to eat and if I play some volleyball with them.
They had the idea to put a Turkish flag below the German flag. So one of them organized a paper flag and put it on my bike. In the end they wished me good luck and I was free to go on.
At the ferry harbor I meet several people: an older man who lived in England for many years and also a few people who lived in Germany for a long time. One of them gave me his phone number in Tunisia and said I am always welcome. He works at the Austrian embassy so if I need help in Tunisia I can call him. A young man said “Hell, I want to meet you”. He is a sailor and hopefully next year he can make his skipper’s patent.
He also told me that big ships are only allowed to go in one direction through the Bosporus. So they change the direction every 12 hours.
Later that day I also meet three bikers who were interested in my trip. One of them is from Iran and he gave me his number and address so I can visit him.
It really makes a big difference to cycle with all my stuff and especially my German flag.
After 70km cycling I was still in Istanbul and someone told me that Istanbul is about 115km from one end to the other. The last 10 km I had to ride in the dark. Finally I made it to the hotel, where Marcin was waiting to celebrate my successful bridge crossing.
Day 196: 77,41 km all: 6666 km