Pastures, hazelnuts and patriarchy
distance: 59.45km
duration: 8h 17min
Had a first-hand experience with turkish hierarchy today - just at the right time before sunset i had found a very nice, large and green pasture for camping next to a farmhouse. So i went to the house to ask for permission to pitch my tent(Cadir, tamam? *gesturing a house and pointing to the grass*). The woman leads me to the neighbour, who speaks some german(Lately i've met a few men who had worked in Germany for many years). The neighbour tells me that the husband is not at home and we have to wait for him, the woman has no say. 30 minutes later, the son appears. Also he is not allowed to give me the OK for setting up my tent on 3 squaremeters of the 4000 squaremeter meadow. Finally, as it is already getting dark and the family head is still not home, the german speaking neighbour offers me to setup my tent next to his house - not exactly what i wanted but in the end it is the nicer option - running water nearby and in the morning i get breakfast(Homemade french fries, a hardboiled egg and tea).
A lot of hazelnut is grown in the valley i'm going through - my host also has a yard full of hazelnut-bushes and shows me his attic, which is full of harvested nuts(Stored in sacks).