Çay to Ankara. What a difference from the Antalya to Çay week. It wasn’t Illinois-flat or even Kansas-flat, but after Çay I definitely left the mountains. I tried to find the highest mountains out there on the rolling Anatolian Plateau by going over Arayit Dağı and Elma Dağ, but they were the exception and certainly not spectacular.
Any cyclist will tell you it’s a bit crazy to cross the central Anatolian Plateau in summer (it’s not my fault really; blame Antalya). It’s hot, and there’s no shade. Really, there are no trees out there. It’s incredible.




