With Turkish class keeping me more than busy and a bit cooped up during the week, I’m starting to take advantage of the weekends to get out. Climbing and biking seems like a good combination though I haven’t combined the two in one day here like I did in Colorado.
My second attempt at Tunç was with Cemalettin, Ahmet, and Mehmet (a.k.a. Komutan, due to his military service). Ahmet and Mehmet are such ridiculously common names, it’s funny. I’ve met countless Ahmets and Mehmets in Turkey so that if I don’t remember a guy’s name, one of those is a reasonable guess. The Dick and Jane of Turkish are Ali and Ayşa, but I’m not sure if I’ve met a single Ali or Ayşa. However, the same thing goes for Dick and Jane in the US, doesn’t it?
During my previous attempt on Tunç we were thwarted by ice on the road so that we couldn’t even get to the trailhead. Also on this trip the driving part turned out to be the crux. On the 2000m auto descent back to Antalya, the brakes failed. The road is steep and curvy and has no guardrail. I was certainly scared. Cemalettin kept his cool and stopped the vehicle with the hand brake. However, that wasn’t before bouncing along on the rocky shoulder for a bit which caused a flat tire. I was impressed that Cemalettin had a spare tire (with air even!), but a working jack would have also come in handy. A generous couple stopped, we borrowed their jack, and we were rolling again (the brakes had cooled by then, and Cemalettin mostly used second gear for the rest of the descent to keep us from going too fast).
But wait, the climb! We started from the upper section of Fesliskan Yaylası and climbed the standard north face route on Tunç. There are other more interesting routes, but as I’m learning, Ahmet likes to repeat routes that he’s already done. Komutan had never used crampons or an ice axe before so the standard route was a good choice for him. Cemalettin gave him some lessons as we slowly ascended.

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