I arrived in Konya and am settled into the Ogretmen Evi. I smell like sweat, dirt, and mothballs (picked up some woollies the other day). I haven’t eaten real food in a few days. My clothes haven’t seen a washing machine in two months.

They won’t see one in Konya. I am, however, about to step into the shower, then put on some relatively clean clothes, and then go out to dinner, because Konya is 30% of the trip. I’ve walked 30% of the way across the country, and I’ve got some celebrating to do.