Wednesday August 26, 2009
 
In the morning I was given a milky drink by some folk who turned out to be Christians.

They showed me a cross tatooed on their wrists, reminiscent of the marks on the gun men who chased Indiana Jones through Venice in the Last Crusade.

I spotted a Church and stopped to visit. Armed men came out of no-where and took my bike to keep it safe. I went inside, eat, drank tea, then left. It was a little surreal, and im not sure they really wanted me there.

I spotted a couple more Churches along the way but didnt stop to go inside.

By mid afternoon I was exhausted and ready to stop. Mustafa, who works at an Ambulance station offered for me to take a rest. Mustafa made me food and let me sleep. Then he woke me to give me more food when his fast ended. Then I slept till morning. 5 star treatment!

Mustafa told me of an Austrian musician who had stopped here 2 days ago. He was walking south, and I should catch him soon!