Slept in a pear orchard next to the road last night. It was beautiful out, so many stars, so bright. I haven’t seen that many stars in years. However, I did not like waking up feeling like I needed to get out of there before I was discovered.

Walked the couple kilometers into Kireli. Had breakfast (sucuklu yumurta – eggs and sausage). Hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday, except a few rolls of cookies, so it felt good to get some food in my stomach.

Kireli has a dolmus into Beysehir. I didn’t see any dolmuses between Sarkikaraagac and Kireli.

Yesterday and this morning I’ve been asking myself, “Why am I doing this?” Sometimes it seems pointless. I only have one or two significant experiences each week. Why am I spending three days walking on the side of the road, sleeping in gas stations and pear orchards, to get each one? Is their value going to be apparent to me at some point?