3 Jan. Ride to Belek

 It felt great to be on the road again. I woke up the previous day and knew it was time to leave. I'd given my highs and my lows to Antalya. My work here is done. I'd been planted so long that if I didn't get a move on then I would succumb to illusion that uncertainty is a thing to fear.

I'm a scientist. I choose uncertainty over made-up explanations. Uncertainty can go any number of ways. Possiblity is infinite.

Belek is 30 miles from my starting point. Just the right amount to ease back into riding a fully loaded bike. This was day number four of Turkey's four day lockdown. The roads would be clear.

It was a great ride. I felt so balanced that even a last minute room switch was fine.

Look how fancy Lara Beach is! A Kremlin, a Vegas strip, and some pretty swish gates. It's brutal on the economy, this lockdown. This whole area thrives on tourism. With good reason. All the best of the Riviera sans those annoying people. But - I'm here in January during a global pandemic. Traveler bias.

Onto more peaceful, typical roadside scenes.

I love any hotel that has both a lift and space for Loretta.