After a beautiful breakfast with mechanic Kudret, the table lit by a just rising sun, I continue my way south. The road winds down through valleys where small, green vine yards lie scattered randomly on else stony slopes.
I meet my Hospitalityclub host Mesut in central Adana, and he escorts me to his house in the outskirts of town. Come evening, he invites me to cheer the local football team. Although it is the country’s fourth largest city, the team hasn’t been in the highest league for more than a decade – this year no different. We are happy anyway to see a 2-1 win against supposedly superior Diyarbakir.