Buongiorno ragazzi, ho cercato di riassumere le infinite emozioni che abbiamo vissuto in questo viaggio di circa 8.000 km.
Posti, persone, sensazioni, pensieri, natura…insomma ho cercato di portarvi a bordo con Noi e spero di esserci riuscito.
Per metterlo online in così poco tempo ho dovuto trascorrere diverse ore davanti al pc ma credo che il risultato parli da solo.
Armatevi di pizza, birra, popcorn, patatine o quello che preferite, mettetevi comodi e viaggiate con Noi.
Buona visione e buona strada.
Ah, dimenticavo, fateci sapere nei commenti tutto ciò che vi passa per la mente una volta terminata la visione.
Un caro saluto, a presto.
Ciao
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Guys, August 11, 2025. I never thought I’d make such an opening, simply because yesterday, August 10th or 25th, yesterday afternoon at 5:00, I said to Cinze, “You know , I’m almost going to get gas first.” Since we won’t be stopping at the gas station on Wednesday morning, which is 3 km away and not even on the way, I’ll go there this evening, get gas, so on Wednesday morning we’ll be in the saddle and off we go. Yesterday I get on the GS, turn on the ignition, it works for a second, then the bike dies, I reactivate the battery with the booster, I drive to the gas station which, I repeat, is 3 km from here, at a moderate speed, so I doubt these few kilometers could have done miracles on the battery. I get gas, restart the bike without any problems, turn it off and on again three or four times without any problems. But the fact is that yesterday when I got under the bike, it showed no signs of life, and basically, it wouldn’t have let me ride peacefully despite the Juasa, and I put one in about 18 months ago when I posted the video that I had with the old battery for about 9 years. Moral of the story. I went online and got this gel battery. I don’t know what it is, but I know for sure that it’s the only battery that would have arrived in a day. I ordered it yesterday, Sunday, and today, Monday, at 4:15 PM, they delivered the battery. Obviously, I deliberately didn’t keep the old battery charged. Now I want to see if it starts on the first try. I have a vague feeling it might start. I’ll probably keep the battery as a spare because I’m sure it will have a long life, but starting in these conditions is a real feeling. Let’s check it together. Okay. Yesterday, it didn’t even give this sign. The bike is crowded. It hesitated a bit, but in the end, it started without even a minute of charging. Now let’s remove the old battery and install the new one. Oh, and then last night, to top it all off, Giovanni texted me and said, “Massimo, did you see there was an earthquake in Turkey?” Hi Max, I just saw on Tigilla 7 that there was a strong earthquake in Turkey. Look if it affected the areas you’re going to, if there was any damage to the structures you’ll be leaning on. All right, bye, hugs. Bye. I hadn’t heard the news at all because we spent the whole time on the news looking for this damned battery, so earthquake, battery, but nothing will stop us because a raging river can’t be contained. A few moments later. Do you think my day is over? No, because I still have my stalker, my pusher. Look who’s there. I’ll show you. Look who’s there. Do you recognize him? Bye. Bye. Amazing. Ezze. I wasn’t expecting it. Ezechielli arrived with a slightly bulkier vehicle than the GS. Thanks Z, thanks for everything. Thank you so much. I’ll miss my washer pusher to make Italians. Good morning guys, welcome back, or welcome to the canal. August 13, 2025. This morning I woke up at around 5:00, and we got on Senda at 6:00. We’re near Venice. 30 km from Venice, it’s already 30°C. We’re having a little snack. There’s a bit of traffic. We’ve done about 300 km. We still have 420 km to complete our first leg of today. It’s 11:30. What are we going to do now? If we went straight, we’d enter Slovenia from the highway, which requires paying a vignette. We’ll exit here at Padricciano, drive a few kilometers on normal road, and then continue towards Croatia. We’ll skip the vignette because, considering the distance we have to cover, it’s simply a futile expense , at least for today. We’ll be back here in 15-20 days, and the vignette has expired. So now we’ll exit at Patriciano and enter Slovenia. Here it is. This is our exit, and with a nice breeze, we’ll enter the first country of this long journey: Slovenia. This is the Italian border. Here are some French guys taking their photo too. In 35 meters, we’ll officially be in Slovenia. Here we are. Slovenia go! We’re in. We’ve entered Slovenia. We’ll take the opportunity to get gas. €1.44, and there are some fantastic benches there. They’re waiting for us for our lunch. Cinza lunch strictly on board. Now let’s show you everything . The ideal solution at the right time, at the right moment. Bench, bar, bathroom, shade. A little breeze, which is present today, for lunch. Rice salad kept cool by fantastic ice, and enjoy. The inevitable coffee. Coffee site. The roads we cross are also particularly well maintained. Here there’s a speed limit of 90. Inside the cities, obviously, 50. In other stretches, however, it’s 70. But look at the traffic there. Croatia. This is the border, the Croatian border, and from Slovenia we enter Croatia. The journey continues. Pacensis National Park. Here the limits are very low. We’re at 60-70 km/h. The asphalt is perfect and the traffic is yours to judge. And these are the villages we pass through along the road. There are dozens like this. A few houses, the church. We’re about eighty kilometers from the end of today’s stage. We stopped to get some water, some cold water, because we’re literally dying of the heat. Luckily, we didn’t encounter any heavy traffic, but temperatures peaked at 38°C. Don’t complain too much. Last year we complained about the cold. This year, I ‘m not complaining about the heat because I know where we’re going. I know it’ll be hot, I like the heat, so I prefer the heat to the cold. It’s been a bit challenging because we left tired from work. I mean, I don’t know, this year, we were a bit exhausted. We’ve had a lot of things happen to us in the last few days. I’ll tell you about it at the end of the video, but I’ll keep it to myself for now, but maybe some people are thinking about it a bit too much, so a bit of everything is making itself felt like tiredness. I can’t wait to take a shower, or rather, a dip, but today I won’t see a dip. Luckily, there’s a strong wind blowing in some places, almost dangerous, but better the wind than when it’s calm. We passed through a national park, it was 7-8°C cooler. Spectacular. We’re getting lost on this little road between nothingness and goodbye. Roads we like, sheep grazing in the open countryside. Now we’re heading for the Zeliava military airport. Here the signs are clear. This is human folly, this is war. But luckily, the unpainted houses, left with bare bricks like this one, are slowly being rebuilt, but let’s say most have been fixed up. Now it’s practically become a real attraction. Zigliava Airbus, we finally made it. Here it is. There are some kiosks where you can buy drinks. There’s the ladder. That’s all there is. The ladder is all that’s left. Oh well, it wasn’t there before. Here it was all grass. If someone else can climb up there now. 1 3 5 7 goes up. As I was telling you, the police are keeping an eye on this place. Ziava Air Base, also known as OBCAT 505, was one of the largest and most sophisticated underground military air bases built in Europe during the Cold War. It is located on the border between [ __ ] and Bosnia and Herzegovina, near the city of Bihak and Mount Plesievisa. Construction began in the 1950s during Tito’s Yugoslavia and was completed in the 1960s. Five runways are directly connected to underground tunnels. A 3.5 km network of tunnels can accommodate up to 80 aircraft, mostly MiG-21s. Protected against nuclear explosions of up to 20 koni, it was a strategic point for Yugoslavia’s air defense and allowed for the rapid deployment of fighter jets. Estimated at 6 billion today, it is also one of the most expensive military projects in the region. The base was abandoned during the Yugoslavian war in 1992. The federal army blew up the underground installations to prevent their use. It has not been operational since. The tunnels have collapsed and are dangerous due to unexploded mines and instability. The area has become a destination for history buffs, urban photographers, and the curious, but access remains risky. We’ve arrived at our Gestus. It’s a little house at the end of a tiny road in the middle of the countryside, simple but comfortable, welcoming. There’s even a swimming pool, alas, we’re a bit in… We’re late, so we can’t enjoy the pool because now we have to shower, go grocery shopping for two since there was no way to make breakfast, and then find a place to have dinner. It’s a shame because the pool is really, really delicious. The setting in the countryside is very simple and humble but very effective. Good morning guys. Before we get on the bike, I’d like to tell you that we’re using this Drying Bag. What is it? It’s basically a portable dryer, if you’ll pardon the expression. This one holds about 12 liters. Inside are two ropes like laundry racks. What are the drawstrings for? The drawstrings are there to keep the clothes from piling up at the bottom of the bag, so that the flapping helps with drying. This is where we’ll put the damp or wet clothes. The bag will be closed, which looks like a Velcro closure with two buckles, here they are. The buckles close like this. Obviously, the Velcro closure and buckles ensure that air can enter the bag, thus drying the clothes. But there’s a filter— the white one you saw inside—that’s nothing more than a filter that prevents dirt and dust from entering the bag. So, we’ll have dry clothes. The clothes probably won’t be ironed, as is obvious. This will allow us to constantly wash our underwear, underwear, and socks. We’ll put everything inside, and while we’re on the go, this bag will only help the clothes stay dry and clean. Obviously, once closed, there are hooks at the four corners that allow the bag to be anchored. In our case, we’ll place it on the top case, but you could easily place it on a side bag anywhere it can get air. For convenience, I’ll place this side in contact with the roof of the motorcycle case, so that when I’m waving, I don’t feel these hooks constantly banging on the trunk. We attached it this way; we used the trunk’s attachments so that the bag has plenty of time to flutter. When we put the gci on top, we don’t hear any noise. The wind blows this way, the laces are like this, the laundry was hung out this way. Let’s just say that down here, nothing should arrive. Today we’ll leave Croatia and enter Bosnia Zegnania. Our descent continues. Cinzia always does a check before leaving. She makes sure everything is in order. How is everything in order? A double check. Good morning. Anyway, today, August 14th, we slept divinely, we didn’t hear a thing. Last night it was almost chilly. Guys, I see you’re not subscribing to the channel, subscribe. The Bosnian customs is basically about 4 km from Zeliava. The Erbese is to our right. Here in the middle of these fields that you see to our right is where the runways , landing strips, and hangars are, and in less than 4 km is the border and soon it’s 8:27. Let’s hope we don’t encounter any queues. Here we are. This is customs. There are about ten cars ahead of us, plus this strictly Italian Vespa. The line has grown in an instant, but we’re almost there. Come on, there’s a double checkpoint here. Croatian and Bosnian customs, both in the same spot with two different cages. A bit of a queue, especially getting in. Once we enter Croatia, there’s a sea of cars. We’re officially in Bosnia and Herzegovina. We’ve just passed a stall selling tanned hides. So, guys, if you want a saddle like the one we have, know that in Bosnia, once you cross the border, you’ll find what you’re looking for. We’re passing through many villages like this one, quiet and orderly. There’s a sense that life moves very slowly here. After covering a fair bit of flatland, passing through villages with a still river alongside , creating truly spectacular pools of water. Now we’re climbing up this road. The gradient is 8%. We’re at an altitude of about 720 meters. It’s wonderful, extremely relaxing to drive this way, because the traffic is really really very little and it must be an area inhabited by bears because we saw several signs indicating The presence of the bear is extremely green, and besides, even though we’re not very high, because we’re between 650 and 700 m, the temperature is simply perfect, 23-24°. As Rocca would say, it’s like being in bed. We’re in a Bosnian slowdown. We bought these little butterflies here. Why did I buy these little butterflies here? Because one of the things that happened to us the morning of departure was that the plastic part holding the screw that tightens this Rammo mount broke. Basically, only the nut was left, so every time I have to take the 10 I have here and go loosen, unscrew, and whatnot. So I thought, why not stop at a hardware store and get one of these little butterflies? And so we did? We found a very well-stocked hardware store along the road and we equipped ourselves with everything and we’re off to an easy win. The day turned around inside, when I saw two ladders outside, I said, “Let’s try.” It was also convenient for getting around because we had to backtrack a little and found everything. We took advantage of it. We were scared to get a bottle of cold water. Cinzia, eagle eye. We turned. It’s just that it’s much easier this way, even when you’re stuck in traffic. Want to change your position from 360? So now you have a full 360. For now, the ride to Bosnia is extremely pleasant because it’s all wooded and many stretches are in the shade. No traffic, speeds between 70, 80, and 100 km/h, so good. Along the lake, very beautiful, perfect surface, but above all, incredible view. Full of picnicking macaws, some with tables and a little boat in sight. Very, very beautiful. It got a bit warm, so we stopped for gas and took the opportunity to get a couple of croissants, given the temperatures. There’s cold water on board, we’ll even get a coffee in one go. We’ve done everything and the journey continues, all that’s left to do is wait. But what do those who go to bars know? In would have preferred the bars a thousand times. In Italy, however, right now it’s a nightmare, it’s 37-38°C. There’s a stretch of traffic waiting for it to end soon. To cover the last few kilometers to get to Sarajevo, we take the highway. Okay, let’s get in and go. Here, we’re almost happy to do it because it’s really hot and up until now we’ve been in such a long queue that halfway is enough. Go, let’s go. There’s no one here at the Sarievo Castle, guys. One good thing about Sarievo is that there’s the green wave. On the other hand, I can’t even tell you about the traffic, and it’s only 3 pm on a Thursday. Here a minute. What’s this building like? Perfect. Empty 10. All fruit, coffee, biscuits, fridge, fridge, water inside. Here’s the bathroom. Very beautiful building and the icing on the cake. We’re just a few hundred meters from the center. Whoever stays at this facility has a reserved spot, so the motorcycle is practically in front of the house. The motorcycle is there. This is the facility, and now we’re going to unload everything. How’s the stuff inside? Let’s see. I think it’s more of a problem than dryness, given today’s temperatures. Dryness is more of a problem than anything else. We care if the stuff that’s dry is clean. It’s definitely dry. Hot. Hot and clean. Perfect. So let’s say the bag does its job. But with the heat, come on. With today’s heat, right? The important thing is that no dirt has gotten in, but I see it’s pretty clean. Go! Shower and off we go. Come on, Sarajevo welcomes us with a clear sky, as if it wanted to offer us a smile after years of rain. The squares and streets are buzzing with life. The scents of spices, intertwining voices, glances that tell stories. The city is a meeting of opposites. On one side, the ancient streets, narrow and full of stalls, where time seems to have stood still. On the other, wide modern avenues , glittering shop windows, signs that tell of its rebirth. Then, suddenly, the roses of Sarievole appear, asphalt wounds transformed into red flowers, born from mortar craters and made eternal by resin. They are scars that blossom into memories that never fade. Yet the weight of war remains palpable. In the stalls, transformed shell casings are found. As souvenirs. Helmets and camouflage uniforms that still speak of those days. Even children’s toys often carry the echo of a past that refuses to be silenced. This is Sarievo: pain that becomes memory, life that stubbornly blossoms between the cracks, a heart that beats strong despite everything. Among other things, the owner of the facility, seeing the motorcycle, said to me: “Rather than leave it there in the reserved space, listen to me, come and put it inside your house, it’s better.” Tonight, kebab, chips, bread, and a good dinner at Saraievo. No, good morning, Dima. Happy Ferragosto. Good morning. Happy Ferragosto. Guys, this is where we left the motorcycle last night. The owner was kind enough to leave it here. Now let’s start the engine and try to make as little noise as possible. It’s 7:00 in the morning. My assistant Cinzia is here, thank you. Okay, get in and let’s go to the facility. Today we leave Bosnia and Herzegovina for Bulgaria. Another extremely challenging approach stage . The GPS tells me it takes about 9 hours, but there’s a customs checkpoint and the unknown traffic, which in some sections is really, really serious. The stupid Sarievo at 7:115 in the morning. Luckily it was very, very quick, simple, and smooth this morning, however, waking up is quite brisk, it’s 12°C with no view here, eh? We took the opportunity to get gas before leaving Bosnia, because here in Bosnia, with the exchange rate, gas costs about €1,151.20. This is the customs between Bosnia and Herzegovina and Serbia. Now I’m left with the camera on. Let’s hope no one notices anything. I can’t even turn it off. I just passed through Bosnian customs. This is Serbian customs. Now I think I have to turn everything off. Here at customs, for the first time, they asked us for our driver’s license. We’re now 200 meters from customs and there’s a toll road here, probably a park. We’ll pay now. Morning. Ok. Ok. Thank you. Bye bye. 200. We’ll see about the change later. Today, the one thing we definitely can’t say we didn’t do was take the curves. Today, there are endless curves . The road is wonderful, with incredible views, and the clouds are like horns because the wind is quite strong in some sections, so the sun comes and goes. This is what we’re crossing, it’s called Tara National Park. That’s why there’s a toll on this road here. We’re still in Serbia and we’re driving along this artificial dam. There are some little houses on the other side of the lake, some very, very pretty little harbors. It’s definitely worth a quick drink, but we don’t even have time to go to the bathroom. Today it’s lunchtime. We’re 300 km from the facility. Cinz came in here to ask if it’s possible to pay by card because we only have electronic money, we have nothing else. From the way he’s waving at me, it’s possible. We found the food. The supermarket is very rustic, very down-to-earth. The shelves are very chaotic. There’s nothing there, actually, the stuff is piled up, but that’s probably what we need. Cinzi went to buy something. I’m keeping an eye on the bike, and we’ll have lunch soon. Literally, they’ll have lunch. Besides, today we overdid it in the drink bag; we put two pairs of socks, Cinzia’s towel, boxers, shorts, and a t-shirt. When we get there, we’ll see if everything’s dry. We got the yogurt and fruit. Yogurt, fruit, that’s it. Then there’s some other stuff, some ice cream. Okay, light, light, like ice cream. We ate them yesterday. Yogurt and fruit. Excellent. I’ll take the knife, remove the fruit, and we’ll be fine. Removed, maybe. Yeah, yeah. Besides, it’s messy inside. Yes, there are people to stop us. I want to say that I’m exhausted, that I can’t wait to get there because there are only 300 km to go. Today is a challenging real coffee on the road, hoping it will cheer us up a bit because we need it today. Today is very, very strong the issue. Today is dangerous like you. Very dangerous. Let’s move on now. We’re stuck in traffic, but we don’t want to. I don’t believe it. Maybe we can get on the highway. We’ll get the ticket and go. But in fact now it’s right here. We’re there. Come on, It’s like saying we’re on Serbian highways without saying it. We’re on the highway. This morning I forgot to take the Supradin. So, since they keep the water really cold, Cins takes the opportunity to pop to the bathroom. I take the Supradin and we continue. Today is the transfer stage, definitely harder than the entire descent to Istanbul. Tomorrow will be, in my opinion, less intense than today. I know you want to see me dead, but you’ll never get me. This Super Adventure jacket by Denise is truly the bomb. Inevitably, the airflow is significantly reduced because of the airbag, but it’s incredibly breathable, with infinite airflow, and completely unlined, it’s amazing. It really is, as the name suggests, super adventure, but above all, super road. We can complain about everything except the traffic. 60 km to Sofia and less than 1 km to the border. The GPS tells me we’ll arrive at 6:15-6:15 PM, but in reality there’s a time difference, a rare one, a one-hour difference. Bulgarian customs is making us wait a bit. There’s a bit of a queue, the time is probably around 5:30 AM. When coming to Bulgaria, remember that motorcycles don’t pay for the highway, other vehicles, those who pay a vignette, those who pay cash, but the motorcycle toll is absolutely free. Tips: We’re practically entering Sofia. On this side, the asphalt is all wavy because the heavy vehicles have created real gullies, and on the other side, there’s an interminable queue coming out of Sofia. It’s 6:35 PM local time. Now we’ll fill up with gas and check in. Let’s fill up now, so we’re ready to get out of here tomorrow morning. Sofia is a bit chaotic, the traffic is pretty wild , and our accommodation, once we’ve packed up the motorcycle, will be here. This is the hotel where we’ll be staying. It’s practically downtown. Now we’ll shower, have dinner, and take a quick tour of Sofia, which we’ve visited in previous years. We’re on the plane. See you tomorrow. Today was a really, really tiring stop. Good morning, everyone. August 16, 25, it’s about 7:05 am right now. We’re leaving Sofia. Let’s just say the road conditions are excellent. The accommodation where we were staying is simple , if you like, but it has two extremely convenient features. First, it’s close to the city center, practically 100 meters from the center, which is essential for us. Motorcycle parking is included. Finding it isn’t a given. We spent about 20 hours each, so very, very good. The journey continues. We’re about 100 km from the border, and the highway is practically deserted. Very few cars, a few trucks, the ride is divine. Bye bye Bulgaria, see you in a few weeks. We’re in the Bulgarian dogadaan line, a beautiful sunny day. There’s a bit of a queue, maybe because it’s Saturday, but let’s just say the queue’s moving pretty quickly so far. The trucks have their own line. We have this one, guys. In front of us, the European flag, the Bulgarian flag , and next to it on the left is the Turkish flag. There it is. Now maybe it’s best to turn off here. Oh, there were still six cars in front of me. This policeman appears and says, “Follow me, follow me.” He took us to the opposite lane, made us go in front of everyone. We exchanged a few words about where we were coming from when we left. He commented on the motorbike with the other colleague in the booth, and here we are. I think it was one of us. Now in front of us is the Turkish border. It’s a shame I couldn’t take a picture, but it was quite funny because when you enter the Turkish border, when they check your passports, they’ll make you pose in front of a camera to take a picture. It begins, the antechamber par excellence had to submit. Yes, we’re there. Oh well, we’re there, we’re there. Friendly too. Turkish policeman. The situation here in Dogan was very simple, not very quick, but it went definitely well. We crossed the Turkish border, we didn’t have insurance, we knew it. 100 meters to the right is the kiosk where you can get insurance. The cost is €70, they only accept cash, no credit cards, nothing else. Then once you’ve done it… You take the insurance back, you show him that you’ve purchased it, and then you move on to the next step. Now I see another obstacle in front of us, maybe it’s the last one, I don’t know. Cinza went to the bathroom, I took advantage of it too, and we entered Turkey. In one fell swoop, we purchased HGS insurance. We also purchased a reinforced HGS because there’s a small credit, he said, increase it by a few gold because I explained to him a bit about the route we’re taking, in my opinion you need to increase it. We also completed the supplement, we got the SIM, we did everything we needed to do, and among other things, the guy who sold us the SIM and the HGS even offered us two coffees—not Turkish coffees, coffee from the vending machine, but excellent and definitely much appreciated. And we’re off now. There’s the border, and welcome to Turkey. And now the real journey begins. Starting this journey, two specifics. So, first point, the limits you see posted along the road are for cars. Motorcycles have their own speed limits: 50 in the city, 70 outside the city, 80 on the highway. Point two, which probably no one mentions, perhaps few people know, is that every vehicle must be equipped with two warning triangles. We have them on board because in the event of a breakdown, a stop, or anything else, a front and rear warning triangle must be displayed. We filled up. Gas costs about €1 per liter. That’s another thing I remembered, and it’s confirmed now. When you fill up, they’ll fill it for you, and not only that, they’ll take down your license plate number. They practically always know your route . Apparently, safety isn’t something to joke about. In Turkey, even the tank is full. Now, Istanbul awaits us. Istanbul. We’re coming to you. It’s challenging to maintain 80 miles an hour on this stretch of road, even for someone like me who isn’t used to speeding, but I’d rather go within the limit and avoid fines than spend money making Turkish police laugh. We stopped at a rest area, actually a parking lot, a highway parking lot where it was indicated that there was water, so we took the opportunity to refill our water and since there’s also a nice kiosk, look how cute this kiosk is. The wind practically never stops. We grabbed a Coke. Oh, it’s great down here. Lombra is beautiful, even the X. Too bad there are 150 km to go. Leaving here is truly a blasphemy. And a blasphemy because it’s wonderful. There’s a wonderful breeze blowing. It’s just that we still had a bit of a ride. Go, we have to go. Go! Come on, let’s go. 30 km to our facility in the heart of Sultan Ammet. The wind is definitely blowing today. This one makes bubbles, we make smoke, in these I’ll be there in three. 50 minutes at customs to check the documents. 3 hours to do 3 km. Check this out. Siammet on Saturday is around 4:30 PM. It’s totally congested. Stopped. I’m not kidding, I’m not exaggerating. It took us 2 hours to travel 4 km. A truly chaotic city, full of cars, too many cars. We’ve just arrived at the property . C is talking to the manager. Maybe we even found parking. Room 101. Guys, the accommodation is really, really amazing. Imagine, this is the bathroom. €97 for three nights, including breakfast. At one point I was worried it was a scam, honestly. We’re in the middle of the Tanamette. We literally worked up a sweat, but we’re truly in the center. This is the hotel. This is the motorbike. I have to compliment the legendary Max because I think I would have left the motorbike 56 km from here, parked it in the middle of the road where it was, stopped, and walked the whole way. It was a real nightmare, so great Max. Oh, come on, I’m hungry. Ah, you’re going a little too fast. One more fero and I have to dry my hair. Look at the guy. There are cities you visit, and then there’s Istanbul, a city that lives within you. Nestled between two continents where the West and the East join hands. Istanbul is just a place, it’s a bridge between worlds, cultures, and emotions. Every corner tells of encounters, exchanges, and Travelers who have sought inspiration, strength, and hope here for centuries. From the entrance to its heart, you’ll see red flags unfurling in the wind at every turn. Drapes as moving, powerful, and majestic as the land they represent. They make you feel part of the place you pass through. They make you proud to be there. Walking through its streets, you’ll smell the scent of spices mingling with the sea air. You’ll see minarets soaring toward the sky, while domes tell stories of empires and conquests. You’ll lose yourself in the alleys filled with voices, smiles, and merchants who seem to have stepped out of another era. Istanbul doesn’t ask you to just look at it, it asks you to listen to it in the songs of the muezzins, in the hubbub of the Grand Bazaar, in the suspended silence of the Bosphorus at sunset. It asks you to feel it when the sun warms Hagia Sophia or when the sea breeze reminds you that here everything is movement, everything is rebirth, because Istanbul is a city that tests you, invites you to step out of your comfort zone, to let yourself be surprised, to trust the journey. It’s a place that tells you “Never stop searching, never stop dreaming.” Those who leave here never return the same, because Istanbul is just a destination, a beginning. The number ones and the alvines, I’m Max C, are in contact. Good, good. Tired. How lovely. Hi C. Vin. So, how is it? How is it? Good, is everything okay? You made it. I hadn’t seen it. Yeah, come on, let’s go dancing too. Oh, I told you we’d be back. Eh, come on. Stay here, hermana. Stay here, hermano. Yes. Now we’ll see when you count how many hands we have. Oh my god. Italy. Italy. Oh, please. Come here, please. I can’t make it . Oh. Thank you. Guys, good morning. After two days stuck here in Istanbul, it’s time to leave. It’s around 8:15. We asked for an early breakfast because it’s 8:30 here, because we want to get on the Eurotunnel right away, which will take us to Asia. We’re about 4 km from the entrance, so it’s relatively easy. There are a couple of interchanges, but considering the traffic around here, it’s something not to be underestimated, and Cinzia knows a thing or two about it. In fact, our main fear is traffic, and we hope we don’t hit it. GPS tracking here in Istanbul is quite problematic due to the many sleepers . In fact, it’s been working for over 10 minutes, trying to figure out where we are. I follow the signs. Eurasia Tunnel. We’ve just passed the Asia sign; I didn’t have time to turn on the camera. We’re in the Eurasia Tunnel, less than 1 km from the A1. Leaving Istanbul, we didn’t miss a thing, even the rain. We have to stay positive. It was raining until a little while ago, then the wind came and swept away the clouds. While we’re filling up, we washed the windshield because this morning we picked up some trash on the street. Fulls. Go, go, go, go. Okay, thanks. Okay, let’s get everything sorted out. Here’s filling up, and the journey continues. Look here, I even found a place for the straw hat. I don’t know how long the hat will last, but the support will definitely last. This is gas. It’s about 10:00. We also took the opportunity to make a coffee. Here’s our vehicle. For the occasion, I also equipped it with the little Turkish flag. Here it is, to keep us company on our journey. The map I’m using on my satnav right now, the map of Turkey, isn’t an official Garmin map. I didn’t buy it from the Garmin store; I downloaded it from a site called Open Map Source, if I remember correctly. It’s basically a commission from people who, as they travel the world, leave their information on that site and enrich these tracks. After about 150 km from Istanbul, we begin to feel a bit of peace and quiet; the road is practically empty. We climb and descend like a tagadaà in these mountains . Heading for Ankara. For kilometers and kilometers now, there’s absolutely no one on the road. A few small towns here and there, a few fruit stands here and there, but nothing more. We’re on the road; it’s around lunchtime. We’ve Found this little kiosk back here. Let’s stop and buy something, eh, pereg, let’s see what we have. We have fruit here, fruit, fruit, potatoes, tomatoes. I’d get some grapes at this point. Let’s get the grapes, come on. There’s also this fantastic little table in the shade. In the end we got some water, some yogurt, the only fruit that had grapes, a little piece of bread or cake, a dessert, I don’t know what this is, that maybe we can dip in the yogurt. We have the spoon on board. Cinzia is taking it all. Lunch on Rod. These are the places we like. There’s no one there, the quiet, the traffic of Istanbul. There’s only one guy who’s parked with his car turned on. Anyway, this one here is a sweet donut. Good. Good. Now we’ll dip it in the yogurt and enjoy the small grapes too, but they’re very tasty. Good, but finding the tichi again, but it doesn’t matter. Here the earth is red, the mountains red, the trees green, and the asphalt particularly grainy and even slippery in some places. Spectacular. For today’s question, you have to thank Cinzia di Mattia, who chose to pass here because soon we will come across some colorful mountains on our left in exactly 18 kilometers. It’s a shame there’s a light haze today, even if these along the road aren’t unusual. As you can see, the colors range from red to green, ochre, yellow— in short, there’s everything and more. Just turn your head. On this side, there’s the color of sand, on this side, ochre, green. It’s definitely a rainbow of colors. When possible, it’s best to stay away from the right lane because it’s all tar. Considering the temperatures right now, 35-36°C, the air temperature is even hotter on the asphalt. It would be like driving on melted rubber, so as long as we can afford it, let’s stay in this left lane, which is the right lane. Fruit, potatoes, carrots, watermelons are practically unavailable . Guys, today is terrifying. We’re 50 km from Ankara, we’re a bit hungry, we went to another supermarket, it should be quite well stocked. I’d like two plums for myself and a peach. Cinzia prefers figs. We’re 2.9 km from our hotel. The traffic in Ankara seems less dramatic than it was in Istanbul. A bit of a struggle. You should never say this city isn’t chaotic, we’re doing well. Even when we say that, we made it, we arrived at Mina 1, actually we booked it on Booking with Minamir. Minamir Hotel, here it’s called Mina 1 hotel, but this is the Hotel. We’ve arrived. Now let’s check in, shower, and take a walk around Ankara. Okay, guys, the parking is Serie A this evening. I park behind the hotel. I can carry my bags in, simply very, very amazing, the issue. Okay, now I’ll turn it around. Okay, okay, okay, okay. We like the parking, and I’d say the room is large and spacious. You know what? There’s a double bed, a single bed. Let’s just say there’s plenty of space. Cinza, what do you think? I like it, I like it. I like it. Yes, yes. It’s right in the center. Right in the center, even. Now we even have a couple of clothes, a couple of things to wash. We have socks and underwear. And then tomorrow morning we’ll dry them with the dry bag. We’re going to unload. Ankara doesn’t shout, it whispers. It doesn’t have the immediate charm of Istanbul, but it preserves its silent strength. It’s a political heart, a city of passages and encounters, modern, austere, concrete. Here you don’t seek amazement, you find the essential, the memory of Ataturk, the spacious squares, the orderly rhythm. Ankara doesn’t seduce, it accompanies you, and if you learn to listen to it, it stays with you. Something quite absurd that had never happened to me in the many years I wanted to take a drone shot around Ankara Castle. The drone has no GPS signal. This is why even my Garmin lost signal at several points while we were in Ankara. I don’t know what caused it, but I know for sure that we’re at an extremely high point in the city, so if it doesn’t work here, it probably won’t work elsewhere. Good morning, everyone. This is the view from our hotel. Hotel Mina 1, passed. The breakfast was simple. Each person had their own plate with their own food. Coffee, water, tea, foreign, quality. And off we go, we take the opportunity to get some gas. Okay, okay. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you. How did we get here so quickly? He said there’s an Italian player playing for Galatasaray this year. He put the license plate on, we filled up the tank. Thank you so much. Thank you. Cinzia goes to pay and the day begins. Check. It’s not like you were sneaky before. I know everyone’s happy when we get to the gas pumps; it’s always a celebration, it’s always pleasant. The Turks are very friendly. So, let’s pass the gloves. Off we go. Feel their presence. Okay. Bye. Thanks. All in all, the exit from Ankara is proving much easier than the one from Istanbul so far, except for a small traffic jam at the beginning, of course, it was total chaos. Left, left, right and off we go. Mosques as if there were no tomorrow. Everything is under control here, no joke. Something very curious: cars have a speed limit of 82 km/h on this road. But what a vastness it is down here. It’s getting late, we’re a bit hungry. There aren’t many markets along the road, so at this point there’s a nice, well-equipped gas station. Let’s see if we can find something to eat. Something cold, an ice cream, some fruit. Let’s see what’s available. Let’s see what’s available. There are also some beautiful pagodas both here and out back. There’s ice cream galore, so at most we’ll have an ice cream. Juice, ice cream, and a cookie for Cinzia. Here’s the pagoda. Pagoda, motorbike, and the inevitable cats that are everywhere here in Turkey. A coffee, a bathroom break, and then we continue on to a splendid archaeological site. I won’t spoil anything yet, but we’re almost twenty kilometers from the finish line. I was talking to Cinzia, every service station has fantastic parking lots rather than areas where you can get food. He’s rare. Today I’m a bit tired, I slept little, very little and poorly. I don’t know, I could hear noises and then I had a bit of a cold and a sore throat. Low level today. Have you ever seen someone on a motorbike who ties a straw hat over his side pannier? Character. Look what the character did here. They call Hattusa the most beautiful archaeological site in all of Turkey. Let’s see, do we continue or stop here. Ticket office. Let’s go like this. Okay. When you see bikers like you, you get excited. As soon as we arrived, some gentlemen greeted us, there they are, Turkish gentlemen. He said to me, “But where are you coming from, the tour you’re taking?” We talked a bit about where we were coming from, the tour we were taking. They’ll come to Italy in September, they’ll take the ferry and Gumeniz and stop in Ancona, then they’ll go to Venice and from Venice they’ll cross the Alps. Anyway, we’ve talked, the world is small and when they see two- wheelers, the Turks all go crazy. Now let’s go buy the ticket, though. A ticket that costs €3. How do you get out of Istanbul? Prices are plummeting, tourism is plummeting, many sites are even free, it’s crazy. Istanbul is a way to fleece you alive, you’ll even pay for the air you breathe, but it’s a beautiful city, obviously. Bye bye. Bye bye. Good morning. Good morning. Are you okay? All good. Ticket €3. Attusa is a silence of stone and mystery. The ancient capital of the Hittites, amidst cyclopean walls, lion gates, and sacred temples, you can feel the echoes of a vanished empire, yet still alive in the soul of Anatolia. Walk among its ruins and enter a suspended time where the past never truly ended. It’s almost lunchtime anyway. Look at this lovely little table with dried fruit, we have fresh water on board and then the journey continues towards Sivas, where our stop for today will end. The site is very, very, very beautiful. I really wasn’t expecting this little table. A mound. A little Sprite. Dried fruit. Dried fruit coming straight from Istanbul. Half a kilo of dried fruit. From the Istanbul Bazaar. You love these things you take pictures of when we’re eating, otherwise they’ll think we’re two poor people who don’t eat. This is a snack, not lunch. Listen to how it goes. It’s nice here. Rietta is so beautiful. I’d rather stay in a hammock than leave. We have another 300 km to go. It’s really nice. This is also the time when all the workers are unloading. We can get through with all sorts of vehicles: tractors, cars, scooters, quads; so many workers are working on this site, which is truly, truly beautiful. Doing everything except leaving, but no, we’re going. Living around here is truly demanding, guys. Barren land, never-ending. Kilometers and kilometers of total nothingness. We haven’t seen a car in a quarter of an hour, 20 minutes. This perhaps gives a better idea of the places we’re passing through. I slow down because even the asphalt in some sections almost seems to melt. Now for 110 km straight, despite the fact that it’s 29-30°C, it feels like 1000°C and it’s even windy. There’s a road cut with a sword. There’s going to be 4-5 km straight ahead of us, and 4 km behind us. 10 km all like this. I think we’ll stop for a fruit snack soon because we need something fresh. It’s about 40 km from our arrival, and we basically found this supermarket. Anyway, the road is nothing, guys, a road cut with a sword. At a certain point, I won’t deny it, we went 100 km/h, we did 100, even though the limit is lower, but we couldn’t, it wasn’t permissible. Here, we entered Sivas, it’s 5:35 PM, 1 km from the facility. Look at that beautiful roundabout. Sivas. The last few meters are getting more and more painful. 200 m to go. How’s the room? How do you like it? The room is nice, nice room, prices. The motorbike is parked in front of the reception entrance. Now let’s take a shower and take a tour of Sivas. Sivas. The beating heart of Anatolia, lands of endless steppes and rugged mountains. An ancient city, guardian of caravans, brays, mosques, and memories of peoples on the move, where the air is scented with history and resistance, and every stone tells of a past that still resonates in the present. Good morning everyone. August 21, 2025, stage number 7. Today will undoubtedly be one of the most exciting stages of this journey through Turkey. I won’t tell you anything yet, I won’t spoil anything, but you too will surely be amazed . Meteorologically speaking, the day is wonderful, not a cloud in the sky. I’m waiting for Cinza, who is finishing packing her bags. This Drybag, which was supposed to be an accessory we would need sporadically, is practically being used every day so that we can wash our underwear, socks, and underwear constantly, and they dry constantly. Now I’m waiting for Cinzia to arrive, fill up with gas, and the day begins. Good morning. Benzi. Yes, Benzi full tanks. Okay, today is a 416 km stage. The first stretch is a comfortable, fast road. Soon we’ll leave this and start taking some secondary roads that will take us, as I mentioned, to one of the most beautiful spots on this 2025 tour. At Tunel, the speed is 70 km/h. Meanwhile, a few kilometers into the tour, the front tire pressure sensor light came on . The battery is running low. Let’s say that at over 244,000 km, a second battery change is in order. And by the way, I didn’t tell you, but here we are at an altitude of about 1800 m. We’re climbing these mirror-like roads, I’d say. Looking at the camera, it almost feels like walking on a mirror. Our stage actually ends in Malatia, which is only 140 km from where we are now, but in reality we’re doing 327 km in total, also because, as I was saying, we’ll take a small detour, so to speak, to see one of the wonders of nature which, like all beautiful things, involves a bit of sacrifice. Those stopped in front of us. For now, they’ve simply checked them and then let them go. We’ll see what our fate will be. Bam! Thank you. We’re between nowhere and goodbye, and we stopped at this gas station to get some fresh fruit, take advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, and take a break for a swim. The kilometers are different today. The more challenging ones will come in a bit. Apart from the villages between nowhere and nowhere, where there’s nothing, even the landscape has changed, it’s harsher, more barren. Here, here, here, here, here. Oh shit! Here, here, here. There must be a half-stone quarry around here, something like that. Okay. There are inevitably some dirt stretches. Then we return to the asphalt, but we have to do it very comfortably because the surface isn’t always good, in fact, we can tell you now. In front of us. There it is. The entrance to the Dark Canyon. This one below is the Euphrates River. I have a mix, and I think Cinzia does too, of fear and the desire to do it, adrenaline and dread, but I think it’s right this way. The Dark Canyon was the most exciting and challenging stretch of road I’ve ever faced on a motorbike. A long-dreamed-of route that will remain etched in my memory forever. The difficulty lies not in the surface, but in the narrowness of the road. In certain sections, skill doesn’t matter, only fate does. The Dark Canyon is not a question of skill, but of destiny. In those blind curves, the road decides. In the Dark Canyon, you don’t choose the trajectory; it chooses the trajectory for you. More than a route, it’s a challenge to fate. That’s the ad I told you about for the F900. They filmed it around here. In the meantime, we’ve reached Chemaglie. I parked here, it’s the only free spot, and Cinza went to get two ice creams. That’ll be our lunch today. Now you can cool off for a bit. Cinzia also wanted to get some fruit. In the meantime, I’ll make myself a coffee. I’ll tell you a couple of things right away. So, Dark Canyon is definitely doable with any two-wheeled vehicle; you don’t necessarily need a maxi enduro. That’s one thing. What’s much more important and fundamental, however, is that it’s not easy to ride. Let me explain. The real problem isn’t the surface, which is decent overall. The real problem is the width, especially in three or four curves. On your left is the Euphrates, and on the other side is the rock. If, unfortunately, one of those organized tours that go full throttle were to arrive, well, you’ll see things really, really badly. Aside from that, it was a wonderful feeling, definitely full of adrenaline, and I think the images of Cinze when she arrived, her tears coming from a mix of fear, excitement, and so many other things she felt in these few kilometers, say it all. A little magic, and we begin to climb. There it is, before you, the Euphrates still in the distance. Now, slowly, we begin to climb this mountain and we approach Malatia, the end of our stage today. These 160 kilometers aren’t very beautiful; mountain roads are often like this. Right now, the asphalt is excellent, but just a moment ago, there was practically tar on the ground, and with 34-35°C air temperature, you can’t even imagine the asphalt. Driving on asphalt is like driving on eggs. This road is truly incredible. It’s crazy. It’s truly crazy, and right next to us, needless to say, is the Efrat. Here it is. Now we’ll carry it for at least another 50-60 km. We go down from here and up there. We’re less than 100 km from our arrival. There’s nothing on that road. Even finding a plant is a challenge. We stopped at this little fruit stand, and we’ll get a melon and eat it here. We’re coming from there and continuing towards here. A terrifyingly hot wind is blowing now. Let’s get one, maybe a small one. C No, the only small one is that one. Which one? Take that one, come on. That one or the one over there, but it looks bigger to me. No, take that one over there. That one over there looks small to me. Take this one. We’ll clean it. We’ll eat what we eat. The one that’s spoiled. The one we eat. We eat. The one we throw away. Take one. Come on, come on. Who knows. It’s hot. It’s hot. I understand, but it’s better than nothing. Okay. Thank you. In the end, he offered us the knife. A nice hot melon, guys, with 40°C in the shade. It smells good, though. We were hoping for something fresh, but finding this kiosk is the only thing we found. The flavor is good, hot but good. Hot in 40°C is good, eh? Oh, thank goodness some people said the melon wasn’t good. Eh, it’s the only thing we found that I have to… do. Thank God there’s this little stall somewhere between nothingness and a complete goodbye. It doesn’t feel like Turkey, it reminds me a bit of Morocco, Tunisia. We’re truly lost in the middle of nowhere. Beyond the colorful hills, like the ones we saw the other day. Think of Istanbul and think of this. Cinzia, even cleaned and cleared. A melon 70 lire. 70 lire. Considering that 50 lire is more or less €1, we would have spent about €1.30. Hot but excellent. Now it’s time to get back on the road and head for our final destination. We’ve arrived in Malatia. We’re now about 1,300 meters from the hotel. I can’t wait to take a shower because today has been quite a busy day. Anemon, this is our hotel. Room 511, rightfully outside our stands. This room here. Do you want to impress me with special effects? Let’s see. How did you bring it? My goodness. Oh, my goodness. There’s even a pool. I just said the sp, a room definitely Mamma mia. Do you want to impress? It’s not that you want me to take a few breaks. Be careful about this. Why does he do that? But you don’t want to impress me with special effects? Special effects. Special. Go! Special effects. Come on, go. Fifth floor. Yes. Come on, I’m going to take a shower. Go. Guys, this room here is bigger than our entire house. Definitely out of our standards. Guys, good morning. This morning, an extremely high-quality breakfast. You say with all the money you paid, we certainly paid around €80, but we had an amazing room. There’s actually not much to see here in Malia, we simply took it because it’s along the road, it’s convenient for us as a place to sleep. Now from here we continue south. Today we’re going to another extremely beautiful site. Between today and tomorrow, these will be the areas where we’ll probably find the highest temperatures. It was 41-42°C, yesterday it was 41°C. The good thing is that it’s always breezy and the heat is different from ours; it’s not humid. This is the machine where they enter your license plate number, select the pump, and fill you up with gas. There’s a crazy security check here in Turkey. Now let’s fill up and then move on. I told you earlier that there was nothing to see in Malatya, and that’s actually true, but Cinzia tells me that 80% of Turkish alpicocche are produced right here in Malatya. There’s a small lake in the middle of all this al sur. Two motorcycles are wild camping. The asphalt isn’t always great on a 10% gradient. The GS will have to work harder than it should. And then you find yourself on these little roads where barely a car can get by. Despite everything, we’ve never encountered roads in bad condition; I mean, in Italy we have many roads with bad asphalt surfaces. Here you won’t find a pothole, that’s for sure. What’s equally true is that the asphalt, even when well laid, doesn’t always have great grip. That’s the direction we need to go. I want to make a sort of stop at the gas station. Okay, the gas station is here, 500 meters ahead, at least we have some shade. We’ll stop there, see the water, and then head back to Mount Nemrut. We got some fresh, literally frozen juice—it’s not cold, so it’s fine. It’s tough today, huh? Pretty demanding, and the temperatures aren’t helping either. It’s already about 36-37°C. Tea, tea, tea. They want to offer us tea, so at this point I’ll show you . We’re arriving, we’re arriving. Turkish hospitality is incredible. We stopped at this gas station and they immediately offered us tea. Wherever you stop, it’s a party. Oh, he got us some chairs. Got some? Got some, huh? Thank you. And on this trip, too, I’m a bit spry. A bit of a cough, a cold. Look at that, look at my hand. A bit of an allergy to something, I don’t know. Cinza makes them a lot small, but only on the hands. My arms and legs were filled a little but very large. Guys, look at this, not the London Rider . Medinom bags. The climb up Mountain Emot is quite steep, 10, 11, 12%. Then it’s all on these Sanietrini and the temperature isn’t helping. Right now, 38°. We’ve arrived, we made it. As you can see, the parking lot is quite steep, but he told us to put it there. It’s a tough climb, eh? You’ll put your bike to the test. Mountain Nemrut Visitor Center. Get here, buy a ticket, pay 10 each, show the ticket to the guy behind me for the booth and continue for another 2 km. So the GS’s work isn’t done yet, then you can rest Gone. Now you have to take us to the guide again. Anticos, Zeus, Hares, Fortuna, Apollo Arsenis. Okay. Arsen Oh, the ticket is also for Arsen Rome for he already knows what our problem is with the motorcycles. I said park here or you’ll find the bike on the ground. Even here it’s not that I find it standing very well, but A Over 2100 meters above sea level in the heart of southeastern Anatolia, King Antiochus I of Commagine had a sanctuary unique in the world carved here. Stone giants watching over the sky. He wanted to challenge eternity by merging Greek and Persian deities into a single pantheon. A mausoleum, an altar, a message of power engraved in the rock. Sunrise and sunset here aren’t just moments of the day, they’re revelations. The golden light illuminates the giants, the shadows bring them to life, and the wind seems to guard the secrets of a forgotten empire. Nemrut Daji isn’t just an archaeological site; it’s an experience that shakes you, an encounter with history, myth, and the infinite. Nemrut Daji isn’t visited, it’s conquered. There’s a surreal silence at this site. Only the breath of the wind and our footsteps can be heard. Even though it’s over 33-34°C (91-93°F), which is high up here, below 40°C (104°F), we don’t even sweat because there’s a constant breeze blowing and the heat is much drier than normal. Now let’s get back on the bike and continue the tour. 140°C (394°F). Thank you, thank you, thank you very much. Thank you, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Guys, it’s 40°C (104°F). I’m here. We stopped at this supermarket. We got some ice cream and juice. It’s become a movie theater here now. Do you want to get your head wet too? Get wet a little because it’s 40-41°C. This is really dramatic. GoPro. GoPro. Yes. Thank you for water. Thank you. Now Cin is wetting his hair. We got, as I was saying, some ice cream and we’re sitting here in the shade. The hospitality of the Turkish people is incredible. Now I’ve moved away for a bit. Cinzia is there. There must be 10 kids around Cinzia. They’re bombarding us with questions about where you’re from, where you’re going, what you’re doing . For them, seeing a new person is a treat. Practically everyone passing by would say, come here, come here, there’s a tourist, there’s a tourist. They make us feel at home. Guys, I have to share this with you because this kid arrived here. Look what it says. Ne. He froze. But why did you ask him? No, he didn’t ask him anything. Did I see? He saw the GoPro name of your channel. So now we’ll have new members from Turkey. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you now. Yes, yes, I’ll tell you now. Dimmingia is official. I have new members. It’s become a party, guys. We came in with the GoPro, and it lit up like a movie theater in the lower half. They understood I wanted to get my head wet. They immediately found me a hose. They saw the GoPro, they signed up—what more could you ask for? Turkish hospitality is truly fantastic. But they don’t know yet that I’m even making them coffee now. This is becoming a cinema. They’re calling all their friends. Donnarumma, Zagnolo, Barella, they all know the football players. Right now it’s 41°C. It’s definitely hot, but it’s not scorchingly hot, unbearable. At home, 41°C would be crazy. But here, yes, it’s hot, but it’s dry, very bearable. It’s no man’s land, it’s zero stripes, there’s a gap in the ground, it’s crazy. At this point, everyone is doing what they want. It’s slowing down because the gap is a bit high here. We’re at a service station about 150 km from Carammar. There’s a water fountain. I thought about cooling off, but at first the water is literally boiling hot. After a while, it started to feel like room temperature. Now we’re taking advantage of the situation to stop for a VC break and get something cool. The bike is averaging 100-10°C. We’re especially struggling when we’re going through cities. The traffic lights literally last forever. At Cantu Karamarashi, it’s 6 p.m. Traffic is crazy, as always in Turkey. There’s not a city we haven’t found; we’ve had Cam Suite delivered. Consider that, as I was saying, Caramaramash is one of the cities where the earthquake’s epicenter was, so the roads are all in this condition. They’re resurfacing the roads everywhere, so dust is everywhere in the middle of the city, the city that was partially destroyed. We’ve basically rented a residence: a kitchen ( it probably won’t be used), a living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Now let’s unload our bags and relax for a bit. Caramaram, as I was saying, is one of the cities hit hardest by the earthquake, so there’s very little to see. Maybe we’ll take the opportunity to take a couple of tours later, to stretch our legs a bit, but all in all, it’s just a stop on the way to what will be tomorrow, another extremely exciting stop. Tonight, guys, we’ll have a traditional dinner. Then Cinzia likes this stuff here, it must be garlic, which I think I should avoid. And here we have meat, tomatoes, peppers. We eat everything in this pan, as you can see it’s particularly hot. And this is the bread they practically use instead of cutlery. With this bread they take the food directly into the pan. Enjoy your meal, good night, see you tomorrow, guys. Good morning. Cam suite passed, 42, the price is fair, you sleep like a god, but above all, the breakfast is truly top-notch. Today, at least for me, Cinzia says no because she said there was no fruit. Extremely high-quality breakfast. Peppers, eggs, guacamole, potatoes, juice, American coffee. We’re ready to start the day. These are the conditions of the roads here in Karamammar. Unfortunately, as I was saying, the earthquake has still left some serious scars. Along this road there are three or four buildings that are being rebuilt following the earthquake. But let’s talk about positive things. Now I’m waiting for Cinzia to arrive, she’s finishing getting ready. We saddle up and head for Kado Doce. The day is, needless to say, wonderful again. Not a cloud in the sky. Look how the landscape has changed since yesterday. Yesterday it was all barren, everything was scorched, now it’s so green. It feels like we’re in our mountains, in short, nothing much different from our places, except the occasional minaret and mosque . And just think, we’re about fifty kilometers from Caramarash. We’re at the entrance to Goxun, a town located at about 1,300 meters above sea level. Imagine, until a little while ago it was 27-28°C, now it’s down to 20°C. We’re stopping here in Goxun because Cinzia has had some blisters on her hand for a few days. She has these blisters here, the small, thick ones, I have some large ones mainly on my arms and neck, but it doesn’t bother me, I mind my own business, I don’t catch anything. Cinz instead says I want to stop and see if he has anything for these blisters here. There are at least five or six pharmacies on one street, but now one is open, let’s go in and get what we need. And Zan. Where you see this sign here, it means there’s a pharmacy. And here it is. But what’s the funny thing? This one here is an antihistamine that should be taken once a day. How can you tell by this line here that it’s once a day. Po gave us some cream, because I can use the same cream too, but how many times should I apply it? Twice a day. How can you tell? Always by these, by a and a two. Anyway, here too, the doctor proved to be extremely helpful, friendly, and easy-going. Turkish people top-notch. Now our journey continues. Anyway, guys, every time we leave from a trip, Cinzia has something wrong. No, no, it’s not Cinzia. This time, you started in Istanbul with the blisters, or I thought you had something like mosquitoes, but there were no mosquitoes. After a few days, I also started getting these blisters on my hands, different from yours. Then, thanks to me, I stopped at the pharmacy because I told them it’s something that needs to be treated, not just left there. I would have left it like that, but Cinzia did, but if it bothers me, I’ll make money. I think Cox is famous for apples, Because even at this roundabout, look at this roundabout here, there’s a basket of apples. This roundabout is very unattractive. Hoping that the Fun has a mena instead of the vi, one would think it’s Lox Turch. Basically, there’s a machine here, they record the violation, a few kilometers later you find the patrol that stops you and you pay the fine. That’s it. If this method were adopted in Italy, it wouldn’t be wrong. Even today our police checkpoint. Good morning. Good morning. Thank you. Have a nice day. Bye. Bye. On one side the mountain is green and on the other it’s completely barren. It’s around 11:00, we’re 100 km from today’s arrival, which is UCSAR. Today’s stage is brutally short because the goal is to check in and then start touring Valle dell’amore and everything else there is to see. We’ll be there this evening, but I won’t tell you anything about it yet. I’ll just tell you that Arianna and Vincenzo will be with us again, and then I’ll tell you a little anecdote about the place we’re going to this evening. We’ll take a short break, as I was telling you, with a bar and coffee. We’ll make it anyway at all the rest stops we stopped at. They always have a little card. They offer you tea as a sign of friendship, of gratitude. Oh, but the teaspoon, though. The teaspoon I slapped on the table the other day when we ate the melon I cut with a huge knife that was lying on a silver tray that I don’t know where it came from is worrying you. Don’t say that here. No, you have to say this: if we don’t get diseases here, we won’t get any. We have certain antibodies that prevent us. We have antibodies galore, but you can’t eat in certain places, so you’ll have a hard time. Okay, but Tunisia was worse than here. Tunis Morocco, in my opinion, the Tunisian one is perhaps worse than here. Tunisia between Tunisia and Morocco. Yes, Tunisia is probably something more. Morocco already. Well, okay, both, come on. The reality is that if you’re a bit fussy, you’ll have a really hard time eating in some places, so sometimes you just close your eyes and eat. Last night, on the other hand, we ate in a really crappy place that you wouldn’t have given for €1. No, but not that much, come on, I mean, it was a restaurant, but the food wasn’t great. In fact, I texted him with the translate 10 plus yes and he was excited, he even offered us some wipes to clean our hands. Crazy. Beautiful, beautiful. Italy, Slovenia, Slovenia Croatia Croatia Bosnia Bosnia Bulgaria Bulgaria Turkey Turkey Istanbul Istanbul Ankara Sivas Dark Canyon Nemrut Daji and ah Malia and we were in Ramarashondurma Ucisar Gondurma Yes Ucisar Thank you very much in the bathroom and let’s go. Practically a party when wherever you end up will be a party. Meanwhile, since we’re here, I’ll tell you the story of the place we’re going to this evening. You say, “Are you still getting there? You’re already telling us.” Yes, because we booked this place in December 2024. What happened? It happened that three, three days ago, we were practically in Ankara, but I got a message from the property manager saying, “Could you kindly accept my cancellation request because we have a plumbing problem in your room, a serious problem.” And on the 19th, I would have also paid the fee because I had free cancellation until the 18th. I said no, I don’t cancel anything, also because in Turkey, and I can confirm, Booking doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Booking is already blacked out. So for us, finding a place in Ukiser while staying elsewhere would have been particularly difficult, meaning getting to Ukiser or going around to the place, asking where there was room, or having someone put me in touch with a place where we were staying and looking for one here in UX. Moral of the story, I think the reason for the cancellation was probably that he either found a way to sell our room at a higher price, or simply that he could have used our room for people who had booked more days. At that point, we were a bit of a hindrance. to book him every day. Moral of the story, we argued a bit on WhatsApp until I told him, “Okay, if the problem is the room, I’ll come to you on the 23rd anyway. Can you show me the room? If the problem is plumbing, it means you can’t rent the room we’re renting to others. There’s no problem because Rianna and Vincenzo will also be in that property, who Rion della Sorte had pressed there after finding out we’d be there. So I said, at worst, I’ll rely on Vincenzo and Arianna’s bathroom so I can solve the problem for you. You get the money anyway. We’re only interested in the bed and breakfast, the bathroom, and let’s go, we’ll use Vincenzo and Arianna’s. Obviously, I hadn’t spoken to Arianna and Vincenzo, but when I told them the story, they said they absolutely agreed to give you full availability. In fact, if he were to behave badly, we’d even cancel ours. I told him, “Just think about staying there and ruining the whole holiday.” You’ll see, after I told them I said so, the manager will change his mind, and so it was. I told him so, moral of the story, we’ve become best friends. Now that he’s here, I’ll clarify things with him and the problem has been solved. I haven’t received any more messages from the manager, so I expect that now that we go to check in, everything will be fine. Anyway, let’s get back on the bike now, because we’ve wasted half an hour, half an hour here between the police, coffee, and various other things, and Kado Docio awaits us. 100 km here we are in Cappadocia, Goreme Ucisar Left we are 20 km from our accommodation, 36°, you can feel it, the temperature is totally different from yesterday. There’s not a breath of wind. Here we have arrived at our Moonlight K Docio accommodation. Now I’ll arm myself with Google Translate. I’ll try to clarify everything first and then play the sniper. Even though Arianna and Vincenzo told me, “Look, no, we talked to him too, he’s sorry about what happened.” The place is there, no problem.” Okay, now let’s clear things up and then we’ll go to C. So, the question is this. Isn’t the room nicer? The structure is very beautiful, as you could see from booking. The room is extremely large, there’s even a whirlpool tub and a bathroom with a shower here cafe site and then we go. We go, obviously. Me, who paid for this hotel. I’m going. Room to your liking. Very very nice. The whirlpool tub that I imagine you’ll use tonight. Obviously. La Cappa Docia is an enchantment suspended between dreams and reality. A sea of rocks sculpted by the wind, valleys that light up red and gold at sunset, pinnacles that rise like the tower of a castle born of fantasy. At dawn the sky fills with colored hot air balloons, silent globes that float above a landscape that seems to belong to another world. In the still-faced silence of the night, the breath of the burners pierces the darkness. The dormant fabrics slowly swell, light up with orange glows, and rise like giant lanterns coming to life. It’s an ancient and powerful ritual. The darkness comes alive, the wind vibrates, and before our eyes, colorful silk colossi appear ready to take flight. The soul of Cappadocia pulsates between Goreme and Ucisar. Goreme is the living heart of the valleys, fairytale pinnacles, rock churches guarding ancient colors. Sunrises that transform the sky into a mosaic of suspended dreams. Here, nature and spirituality intertwine in a silence that speaks. Ucisar, on the other hand, watches from above like an eternal guardian. Its mighty rock dominates endless horizons. Valleys that change color with the light, villages carved into stone, a landscape that seems infinite. Together, Goreme and Ucisar tell the essence of Cappadocia, a meeting of heaven and earth, of history and wonder, of intimacy and grandeur. 8:43 we leave Ucisar. Look at this roundabout, all hot air balloons. There’s an economy here that ‘s supported by these hot air balloons. We said goodbye to Rianna and Vincenzo. We won’t find them on our path anymore, at least here in Turkey. Now they’ll take a turn, we’ll take another. And we’re heading for the underground city of Derincuyo. Here we are. Derincuyo also has this square. I remember a group of seven or eight small kids coming up to us, seeing tourists pulling up on their new motorcycles. We gave them a few coins because they were asking for money. We gave them some coins. Bye. Going down to Derincuyo is like crossing a threshold in time, a dive into the bowels of the earth and history. You enter the first passage and immediately the light of day fades away, while the rock envelops you in a millennial silence. Narrow corridors, seemingly endless tunnels, rooms carved with patience and ingenuity. Here, everything is hidden and yet alive. Imagine the breathing of thousands of people who centuries ago found refuge in these depths. The sound of footsteps echoes. Your mind races to imagine what it must have been like to live underground for days, months, entire seasons. A parallel world, invisible on the surface, yet extraordinarily real. At Derincuyo, you feel the strength of survival, man’s ability to transform darkness into home, security, community. It’s not just an archaeological site, it’s a shocking experience, which makes you perceive the power of the human instinct to resist, to invent, to push beyond the limits of nature. Salt Lake Action, strictly via secondary roads. We’ve reached Axaray, with over 300 km to go until today’s stage; on Sunday, it’s about 30°C. On the twelfth day of travel, we’ve covered 4,300 km. This morning we woke up very early, tiredness starting to set in, and it’s now 11:30. We stopped for coffee, something energy-giving, some chocolate, and some energy bars to recharge our batteries. I ate one energy bar each. Now we’ll have an ice cream and then coffee. And we’ll continue. We’ll head north, reach Tuzigolu , and then descend. Today will be particularly challenging. 25 km to the exit of this road. Look to your left, that’s Sale, Salt Lake. We’re coming up in front of us, Salt Lake. We’re crossing the salt flats. I think you enter here, here, here, down here. The weighbridge is over there. It seems very strange that you can enter here and pay nothing. When we enter a factory entrance and are practically crossing the salt lake. We drive over the endless white Tuzgolu and it’s like flying. It feels like the wheels aren’t touching the ground but the sky. Every line we leave on the salt is a mark engraved in eternity, a silent dialogue with a never-ending horizon. The sound of the engine echoes in the absolute silence, transforming into a song of freedom. Every acceleration is a challenge to the void. Every glance toward the horizon is a call to push further. There are no roads, there are no limits, it’s just us, the motorcycle, and infinity. Driving here is like entering a dream, a sacred rite in which the journey ceases to be movement and becomes pure emotion. You learn that the journey isn’t just about kilometers, it’s the courage to enter the void and feel alive. And in that moment you understand, as long as you have a road ahead of you, there will always be a dream to chase. The sun sets and transforms the plain into a sea of flames. At that moment, you realize you’re not just traveling, you’re living a dream that won’t fade. Now we need to find a car wash to remove all this salt from the GS immediately, I’d say. I’m not a fan of cleaning my bike, as you know, but salt is something I hate. So, we’ve arrived in Culu. Now we’ve found this car wash. You can get tokens at the supermarket behind me. Cinza went to get the tokens and also something to eat, since it’s about 2:30, and we’ll wash the bike, eat, and then continue towards Cogne. We’re about 180-190 km from Cogne. As you can see, there’s a lot of salt. I’m especially interested in removing this etherium because of the fly. It may not be clean, but it’s definitely another aspect. Now we’ll have something cold, a coffee, and the journey continues. Besides, the pressure from the nozzle was impressive. If you didn’t hold it with both hands, it might have escaped. Crazy. And the token’s duration was infinite. 148 km to the arrival in Cogna. Yenny Kosk Hesra Hotel. Here it is. Cecchin and let’s see if we can find it. A place for the middle. Cooked but arrived. Cogia is a journey through time and spirit. Between ancient mosques and minarets that touch the sky, every street carries with it the breath of centuries. But Cogia’s heart is broken by the words of Rumi, the poet who taught us to look beyond the horizon. The dervishes, with their dance that defies time, transform silence into prayer and movement into poetry. Here you understand that strength comes not only from history, but from the ability to transform it into inspiration. Cogna reminds you that every journey is an inner journey and that the true destination is always a little beyond where we dare look. Good morning, everyone. We’re leaving Coni and heading to another very iconic, much-frequented, much-visited site. The day is beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. We’ve been particularly lucky on this trip to Turkey so far because the weather, except for a few small drops of rain when we left Istanbul, has always been on our side. Here it is. Come on, I’ll wait for you. Calm down. This morning without an alarm clock, in fact we woke up a quarter of an hour before the alarm. We slept from 9:30 to 7:15, something that hadn’t happened in ages. This morning there was a baker below the hotel, he saw the motorcycle, looked out and said to me, “I have one too,” but it’s smaller. The Turks are very nice. Only the guy at the Moonlight turned out to be a real bad guy. I had to block him on WhatsApp and he kept stalking me following my review, where I obviously left one, but I did write him a description. If you want to read it, go to Moonlight KE, go read my review, you’ll have a great laugh, but unfortunately it reflects reality. Fountain. The peculiarity of that fountain is that it comes out green. They put a license plate on it, open the tank, we fill up and that’s how our day begins today. OK, I’ll turn it off, open it. Missing the Turkish flag everywhere. From this 1,500-meter pass, a spectacle opens up before us: a lake before us that seems obvious to us, but I assure you, in these parts, it’s not always obvious and a given. Even today, roads where we’re the only ones lost in the middle of nowhere. What a spectacle it is! To our right is Lake Egir Dir. It has truly, truly beautiful streaks of blue, very, very, very. A palette of colors. We’re skirting Egir Dir Yolu. Cinzia asks me, “Did you see the colony of flamingos?” I say no, I didn’t see it, I didn’t notice because I was looking at the road. he says, “Look, I saw it, I think they’re flamingos. I actually sent the drone because it’s about 6-700 meters away from us. They’re about 100 meters from the coast, but the road is inland, you can’t get to the coast. There’s a column of pink flamingos. Beautiful. The lake, by the way, has magnificent colors. It has the colors of the lake, the color of the flamingos. Beautiful. It looks like a palette of colors with all the shades from green to cobalt blue. Truly, truly beautiful. A flap of wings and the silence is filled with life. An immense group of pink flamingos takes flight like a single breath that detaches itself from the water. Their elegant silhouettes are reflected in the clear mirror, creating a double sky, the blue one above them and the one that opens below, perfect and still. The pink of the feathers contrasts with the crystalline blue and each flap of the wings seems like a brush that It paints the air. They move in unison like a natural choreography, swaying and changing direction with a magical grace. In that dance suspended between sky and water, time seems to stand still, and the triumph of lightness, pure beauty, and the freedom that only nature can convey. Then the wind blows, it feels like the sea. The road is very beautiful, honestly. And Gird is 22 km. The flamingos were probably in that area because there was less wind, or rather, the lake was still. Here , however, as you can see, and it’s so windy, it feels like the sea. We’re along the road that runs along the lake, and there are several fruit growers and sellers. We’ll take these for today. for our lunch, so our lunch will be fruit-based. Madam, you’re already equipped with your cell phone, buddy. Good morning. Good morning. Bye. I’d take the peach. I’ll take mine too. Fine, fine. The loot. We’ll wash three peaches and three apples. Oh, okay. Very kind madam, have them washed for us and then we’ll eat them on the street. The kiosks you’ll find along the road. Cinzia is washing the fruit and today we’ll eat this. Healthy lunch today. Fresh, it’s hot. She put an extra apple to round up to 1 kg. And then, she’ll probably give us a kilo of plums too, because I see you’re loading up on plums like there’s no tomorrow. Oh well, the plum tree won’t be ruined anyway. Look at the plums. Where? The plums were hidden under there, basically 1 kg of plums, 1 kg of apple tree, 1 kg of peach, we paid 100 lire. 100 lire. Thank you, thank you very much, sir. Now there are chairs too. Okay, now we’ll sit down and eat. Thank you, thank you. When I told you that the Turkish people are extremely kind and friendly, that’s exactly what I meant. We stopped to buy fruit. We spent 100 lire. 100 lire is roughly equivalent to €2. We bought 1 kg of apples, 1 kg of peaches, 1 kg of plums. Then they gave Cinia more apples as gifts. They’re also giving away ciai. There are two or three other women around Cinzia, they’re talking to her on the transfer. Hospitable people, kind-hearted people. We’re having a hard time getting going because the lady keeps typing every sentence she translates from Italian to Turkish, the lady keeps putting fruit into her bag. We have I don’t know how many apples at this point and how many peaches. The hospitality is truly incredible. Okay. Bye. Okay. Thanks again. Bye. No writing, no writing. Wonderful. It doesn’t feel like we’re in Turkey here. We’re about 150 km from the finish line of today’s stage, which is here in Muccale. We stopped at this gas station for our usual break. Come on, apple and coffee. We were making coffee in that little corner there, the gas station owner. I mean, those are the tables, so feel free to use the tables, so once again, wherever you go, you’ll find helpful people. I told them, if you want, you can use this side too. No, look, thanks again for your availability. We’ve got more than enough with this cabbage. So, dried fruit and coffee. It’s a different salt pan near us, much smaller than the salt lake, but still salty here. Nature has completely changed once again; the rugged mountains have given way to so much greenery right now. That white limestone flow you see in front of you are the white pools of Pamuccale. We’ve arrived in Pamuccale. We’re practically 200 meters from the pools. Tell them how many people are already there. It’s packed like this, there’s a crisis. If you want, you can even take a dip in the pool here. Then I can’t say no. And by the way, this is the room. 203 pool. Now that’s great news. You can smell the chlorine. Come on, come on. Very spacious room. We run the shower and off we go. Look how I’ve even set up a clothesline. Jeans on the railing aside, look at this extra-quality clothesline. Pamuccale is a miracle that nature has created with water and time. Before us, white travertine terraces descend like stairs toward infinity, kissed by sparkling blue thermal waters. Each pool seems like a fragment of heaven fallen to earth. Walking here means entering a landscape that is beyond the ordinary. It’s like touching purity firsthand, feeling part of a larger design. Pamuccale isn’t just a place to see, it’s an invitation to go beyond your limits, to believe in wonder, to remember that beauty exists and is capable of transforming us. Good morning everyone. We’re leaving the Yun Hotel and heading for Eveso. Our first stop today, but I think it’ll be the pharmacy again. Unfortunately, Cinzia’s hands are in this condition. The spots have changed, and her hands are getting bigger, so we’ll find another pharmacy where we can resolve the issue, especially since you take gloves off and on, and the itching and discomfort is significant. On the other hand, between pills and ointments, they’ve almost completely disappeared for me. Actually, the trip Today’s trip would have been a little different. We would have stopped at several archaeological sites. Aye, thank you. Fine. Thanks. As I was saying, we would have taken another tour of several archaeological sites, but that would have significantly extended the end of today’s leg, which is Ephesus. Since Cinze has never been to Ephesus and wanted to visit it slowly, we left out the other stops we had at the farm, also because, to be blunt, everything costs a lot of money, outrageous for what the place is, and you’ll discover along the way that there’s a price for Turks and a price for tourists. For example, Top Capi Castle: €8 for Turks, €50 for tourists. That plus the proportion. As I was saying, there are some spots, the more touristy ones, where their absolute goal is to get as much money out of you as possible. They basically live off this, sleeping. We spent €40 last night, a nice hotel with a pool, and a never-ending breakfast buffet. Probably the most extensive breakfast we’ve found anywhere. You’ll find Pamuccale in front of you, 200 meters from Pamuccale, very close to Pamuccale. Then you’ll find Pamuccale for €30 with garlic, guide 40. Anyway, that ‘s it. We get on our bikes and head for Efon, or rather, the pharmacy first. They sneak in everywhere, but with cars, trucks, anything. Then leave 2 meters in front of you, but a safe view, there’s definitely someone who will try to sneak in. We found an open pharmacy. Now Cinzia is fiddling around with Google Translate a bit. Cinzia intends to use Google Translate to translate what we want to tell him from Italian to Turkish. Those who basically a few days ago had slightly better hands, they weren’t swollen, and we’ll see what he recommends. We found a town along the road because pharmacies are usually found in slightly larger towns, and this one behind here is the one we’ll be going to now. The pharmacist gave us more antihistamines and other ointments similar to the ones before, a little stronger, they claim. The truth is, unfortunately, they don’t know what it is either, so they’re also groping a bit. In short, one of the very few stretches of highway we’ve taken on this trip. Probably also following the advice of the guy who gave us the HGS. We don’t know if we did well or badly in giving him a boost because we don’t know the costs of the highway sections yet, but I think this is the second or third time we’ve taken the highway, and for about forty kilometers at that. Effon, northbound . The green today contrasts with the ochre hues of the past few days. HGS, here’s the exit. The inevitable police checks. There’s a stop for fruit and coffee. There’s my spring that says in the shade. Now he’s decided to make me do this. Let’s hope it’s the right one. And no, it’s not the right one. No, we turned back because there wasn’t any point in continuing there. I’m having the GPS recalculate the route a little better. Here, obviously we’re in Effon. Wait, let’s turn here. Go there with the transen. Let’s see if we can get home from here. Here, here it is, Amazon. Here it is. I’ll stop here. I’ll put it in the shade. Maybe everything is disconnected on the floor. We have to be careful. Oh, okay. Thank you. This is great news. Fresh water included. This is our room. It’s a house that’s over 100 years old. He gave us the introduction. Nice. Yes, yes, yes, very, very special. We’re surrounded by greenery, guys. There’s also a closet and I assure you that you won’t find hangers everywhere. We’re very central. The motorcycle is parked outside, unfortunately there’s no room inside, but the owner told me it’s a quiet area, people leave their keys in their cars, the windows open, no one has touched anything. Now let’s unload the shower. Satisfied? Very nice, I like it. Very unique. Good. Very… Yes, satisfied. Guys, third stop, at Zane Pharmacy. If Cinzia’s problem is solved, the credit won’t go to the Turkish pharmacists, but to Paolo and Bicio. Who are they? They’re two doctors who are part of the group of mutineers who… We have a chat. Those who follow me know that I have a meeting with them once a year, and this year’s meeting will be held from October 4th to 5th. At this point, Cinzio’s presence was already planned, but after this, it’s now mandatory. Mandatory. Ephesus isn’t just an archaeological site, it’s a journey into eternity. Its cobbled streets tell the story of merchants, philosophers, emperors, and even the apostles, leaving an echo that still seems to vibrate among the stones today. The Library of Celsus stands as an eternal symbol of knowledge, while the Great Theater seems ready to resound with applause again. And then the memory of the Temple of Artemis, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, which makes Ephesus a mythical place. Walking here means not observing ruins, but listening to the voice of an immortal city. Ephesus doesn’t belong to the past; it lives on, powerful and solemn, under the Anatolian sky. This morning, breakfast in the garden; that’s our room. And here we have breakfast. Come on, today is a little better. My hands are feeling a little better. Come on, it’s better. Enjoy your breakfast and the day. Bye Boris. We’re leaving the magic of Ephesus behind and heading north. Today’s leg won’t be long, but it carries a special meaning. After so many kilometers, climbs, emotions, and intense days, we’re allowing ourselves the luxury of slowing down. A half day all to ourselves, to breathe, let our thoughts wander while overlooking the sea, and recharge. Yet, even at this gentler pace, the adventure doesn’t stop. The road still holds surprises for us, and among them stands out a legendary name, Pergamon, with its millennia-old history that continues to defy time. A journey that doesn’t just take us from one place to another, but also teaches us the art of stopping and enjoying the journey. We’ve reached Pergamon, on the left, there it is, the Acropolis. We’d love to get there and, if our chests allow it, raise the sea. Guys, we’re at the Arropoli of Bergamo. The price is 15. No, 30. The price is €15. But you can get in for a penny. There, you heard. So now, if things go badly, let’s go down a bit and raise the Malek from there because we’re a bit too visible up here. But I wanted to get there because the view is truly, truly beautiful. Pergamon dominates from above like an ancient queen, with the ruins of the temples and theater clinging to the steep slope. From the drone, despite the wind shaking the frame, the site appears majestic and fragile at the same time. Millennial stones suspended between heaven and earth, a reminder of a power that defied time. Every gust seems to want to tear them from flight, but the view makes up for it. The ancient Acropolis reveals itself in all its grandeur, like a fragment of eternity, nestled among the hills of Anatolia. I managed to make a very quick flight, very quick, because the wind is really strong. At a certain point, the Mavic told me, “It’s impossible to activate the return to home because of the wind.” They say these things. Anyway, the return was made, the flight was carried out despite Cinzia’s 1,000 recommendations. Cinzia is a flight detractor. When you want to fly with the Mavic, talk to Cinzia. According to CIA, you can’t fly anywhere, even where it’s allowed here. No, it’s allowed here. Here, only the wind. There’s strong wind. Strong wind. The Mavic is a little animal, a little devil. A devil with four propellers. Now the journey continues. When they fine you, you’ll pay it, because I won’t have a single euro. In this case, a single lira. Today’s leg will end on the sea, much to Cinzio’s delight. Let’s hope it’s on our side because the sun comes in and out, but above all, there’s a crazy wind. The sea is very beautiful, but we’re 8 km from our destination. Ialic. That little beach is so, we’ll spend half the afternoon here. And on this other side are the salt flats. The colors alternate from pink to blue. Wonderful. Balik. We’ve arrived. Here we are. Now we just have to wait for some salt to come out. Let’s go sniping, come on, the sea is waiting. Today is half a day at the beach, we’re going to spend the whole day there. Balik welcomes us with its narrow, treacherous streets. A maze that puts us and the GS to the test. Effort becomes conquest. We reach our destination. It was harder to get here to this hotel than it was to cross the Dark Canyon. Ready to be enveloped by the sea, the smell of food, and a sunset that lights up the horizon. After a sunset like this, Balikel Mac can only accompany us. Good morning, guys. The first difficulty this morning will be getting the GS out of this maze of narrow streets for two reasons. The first is this rut where they obviously channel rainwater, which certainly helps drain the water along the road, but once you put the GS’s wheels in it, it’s like riding on rails . Look how narrow this street is. Once you get here, the problem isn’t over because a car is parked here and we won’t get through there, so we have to go this way. Meanwhile, the wind is blowing relentlessly. And here in the middle is this hole, so you have to go to the right rather than the left. I’d avoid them on the left simply because the wire is low, as you can see, see? There’s that low wire here that’s bothering me, so I’d go through here, exit on this side, and then we’ll head north. Let’s start this adventure here. As if that weren’t enough, there’s a huge bazaar on the road we’re taking, so we’re changing it even further. And this is the spectacle before us, with a wind blowing at 60 km/h. We’re stopped to get our usual gas. I know for a fact that the mutineers this morning would have loved it, they would all have filled up. Bicio, Paolo, Gunt, Ernesto, Teo. We definitely would all have filled up. Ernesto, I’m talking to you, you would have appreciated it twice as much because he fills up the gas just the way you like it, right up to the brim, so much so that it even came out of the vent. I don’t know if you can tell, but this is an airplane that’s basically set up as a restaurant, and very soon, it’s around 9:30, so it’s closed. At this moment we were passing by, I said okay, let’s take a break and stop. It’s impossible to raise the drone because, guys, there’s a crazy wind of over 60 km/h. Look how Facola’s fleece rises when the wind blows. However, one thing I absolutely must say in Cinzia’s honor is that without the help of a human tow truck , Cinzia would have had serious trouble getting the dead man out of that labyrinth today. Today is sea, sea and life, as Cinzia would say. Our climb north continues. Today will be a long stretch. Today we’re about 430 km. This wind won’t abandon us, eh? It hits us whenever it wants. Right now we have it on our right. To understand the meaning of the wind, just think of how much force it takes to unfurl a flag like this. It’s 6-7 m high and 10-12 m wide, and you get an idea of the wind there is. At the moment we are descending slightly and so we are a bit sheltered, but in some places if we wanted to stop we wouldn’t be able to. We’ve brought the wind here too. We are practically 6.5 km from the horse of [ __ ] We arrive at Cianacalè, a city that guards the eternal myth of [ __ ] On the seafront the famous horse awaits us, a symbol of cunning and legend, memory of an epic that has spanned millennia. The agreement reached towards the return journey. In front of him time seems to stand still, history mixes with emotion and the journey takes on the flavour of eternity. We head towards the Dardanelles bridge, the bridge that will take us back from Asia to Europe. We make our stop for fruit. There is fruit for sale on this highway. We take the opportunity to spend the last Turkish lira, Cinzia Fichi and I fish. Let’s go two or three peaches. And Fiki, see how many you want. You don’t want them? No, I Fichi don’t. Three. Three is fine. Yes. I’ll eat one right away and we’ll take two with us. We bought fruit about 10 km further on. I had left the Ista 360 in Cizia to film on the Cardanello Bridge, but the wind was definitely too strong. I opted to put the 360 back where it belonged, as it’s not a good idea to have Cinze travel one-handed . Buonere Delli is very beautiful, very impressive, it unites Asia, Europe and vice versa. The desire to do it is strong, but I expect that after the terrifying wind of Iceland, when we see the wind above 50 or 60 mph, our wrists will start to shake. There it is, Dima, there it is, the Dardanelles Bridge. Don’t worry, you’re at peace. We’ll make it at our own pace despite the wind. We cross the Dardanelles Bridge on our motorbike and before us opens a titanic work that unites two worlds. The sky is clear, the sea sparkles beneath us, and the wind challenges us with force. But it is precisely in this struggle that we feel the grandeur of the moment. Europe is ever closer. Exciting, guys. Yes, there’s no point in hiding it from you. A bridge that isn’t just steel and cables, but a symbol of audacity, of visions transformed into reality, of roads that connect continents and destinies. The coprusu. We take the ticket, we put it in. It’s not even close to the Icelandic one, but I assure you there’s plenty of sales here too. It was lunchtime, our usual ice cream. I’m taking a change today, I’ll take a puppy for me and an Oreo for me, and that’s it. Cinzia’s hands are better, thankfully. Bic and Paolo’s recipe is number one. The mutineers have an extra gear. Meanwhile, number one. In the meantime, we’re waiting for the inevitable coffee to come up, and it will be one of the last coffees in Turkey. Today is tomorrow in Turkey. Tonight, the last night of the firsts, Cinzia asks me, “Are you happy to be back at work?” Happy. A big word, but better than the trip is that afterward you return home to your daily routine. So to the question, are you happy to be back in the office? Do you have an answer? Yes, also because after 34 weeks it’s right to go back to the office, and it’s also nice to return to the comforts and conveniences of everyday life. Like all things, when there’s something new, it’s appreciated because thanks to the salary I can do these things here. 100 km from Edirne and the journey continues. Here, the police themselves tell you to go right. They let you pass in front of everyone. Wonderful. Hey presto. Morning. What? Oh, go. I said something, I didn’t understand. Come go is completely downtown. We’re about 2.5 kilometers from the hotel. It’s Thursday, right? It’s Thursday today. It should be Thursday and we’ve lost count and the city is a bit busy. Come on, it’s green, come on, it’s green. If the drone can get up, maybe we can get a little flight. We’re the mosque before the sniper and the shower. So, we’re coming from here. Cinzia, what a human tool, helped me turn the bike. Our hotel is here, but since he decided to take over the road, I even like him. I said, go around the building. I said, okay, I’ll wait. No, no, it’s only a bit. That’s how it works here. Anyway, without Cinzia, you won’t find another like me. I can even move the GS with one hand. There’s power. There’s power. Bathroom and room. Simple but extremely comfortable because it’s downtown; simple, but it has all the comforts, so it’s fine. The motorcycle will stay here tonight. This is the hotel where we’ll be staying tonight, it’s called Home 22, which in reality has changed its name at least three times on Booking. Hotel 22, Hotel home, home 22. I’ve currently saved it as Home 22. Booking has a different name. The important thing is that it’s very close to the center, which is very convenient for us. The cost is about €50 a night, including breakfast. Edirne welcomes us with its streets steeped in history, a maze of streets and mosques that speak of centuries of grandeur. The journey is challenging, but every step is worth it. We let ourselves be captivated by the beauty of the city, its ancient rhythm, and the anticipation of a sunset that dresses its minarets in gold. Good morning, everyone! Last full tank in Turkey. We just told you about it, it’s about 8:10 and we’re a few kilometers from our border, the first border today, from Turkey to Bulgaria, that is, from Bulgaria to Serbia. We’re finishing up our last tank. The last thing you say started here about 12-13 days ago. Today we’re leaving Turkey. It feels like a journey that started a long time ago, yet it feels like we were here yesterday. In reality, it would have been too good. Dima, we sang Vittoria too early. Look at the queue there is. Eh, I don’t think we can get through any gate here. Today we begin our return journey. 700 km ahead of us. Three customs checks to go through. Turkey, Bulgaria, Serbia. The sun is high, the wind is blowing. Ahead of us is a sea of cars stuck for hours, the Turkish customs check the toughest. I think they slept here because some of them have that collar they use when traveling by plane. Thousands of people stuck since the night before. On our motorbikes, we search for a passage between cones, narrow passages, and curious glances. Sometimes we have to move them one by one to clear the way. A quick gesture, a held breath, and we’re off again. The Turkish people wait in silence. Patient, serene. For them, it’s routine; for us, it’s a surreal labyrinth. 90 minutes of struggling, and finally, the border is behind us. Bulgaria welcomes us with rapid, almost invisible checks. A stamp, a nod, and we hit the gas again. The road north continues, and our adventure isn’t over yet. Today, I’m telling you, there won’t be much to see. And today will be a fast 720 km, done as quickly as possible, and we hope the road stays smooth. Our expectations are to arrive in Belgrade at a decent time and at least take a stroll around the center. We had expected not to visit it properly. It’s impossible with the mileage we have, but at least we’d like to take a stroll after dinner on foot to relax a bit. We’ve arrived in Sofia. No, Coca-Cola is fine. Coca-Cola is fine. Thanks. We exited the highway and it was basically through Bergamo, which makes you go around Sofia. We stopped for gas. We stopped for something to eat. A bathroom break, a food break, a Coke and an ice cream. The temperatures are like that. Needless to say, there’s traffic because all the cars that were practically with us at customs in Turkey are practically heading north, just like us. We see German license plates, Dutch license plates, English license plates, Austrian license plates. Basically, we’ll be taking this convoy of cars with us for a few kilometers. Customs, Serbian customs, you can even imagine. Do you want to know what the beauty of traveling is? The solidarity of Italians. We passed maybe 300 cars in a Turkish queue because the police told us to get past them. No one who broke their [ __ ] The only one who broke their a had anything to say was an Italian. And what did this guy behind say to us? Eh, we always have to make ourselves known. Actually, I told him, “The one who’s making himself known is you. No one spoke up. The police said everyone with the motorcycles go ahead. He’s the only guy who had anything to say, he’ll definitely be one of those guys who, if he sees the queue and sees the motorcycles passing, rather than let you pass, he’ll get in the way.” He just acted jealous. Go. Come on, he doesn’t give a damn. Let’s go. The journey continues. Go. We’ve entered Serbia. The temperature is fluctuating between 36 and 38°. The GS engine is constantly running between 101 and 102 rpm. The GS version is struggling to cool down. We’re about 200 km from Belgrade. We’ve decided to stop at this gas station. It will be our last stop. We’re just stopping for a drink. And in the meantime, Cinzi has returned with a wonderful juice. Juice of the day. It’s much needed with the temperature so cool. Ah, it’s cheering you up. We’re off to Belgrade’s Skyland. 7 km from our exit. Exit 8. Here we are. 600 m to the hotel. Hotel Rex. Parking should be available too. We’ll put it here, turn it around, so we’ll be ready to leave tomorrow. I’ll tell you right away that we spared no expense here in Belgrade. Sixth floor, Hotel Rex, room 615. This is the bathroom, but the highlight is coming soon. This is the bedroom and this is the living room. The kitchen, which we’ll use as the highlight. I said we spared no expense. From here we can even raise the Mavic without any problems. And in front of us we have the entire Belgrade skyline. We are, remember, right in the center. Among other things, getting here to Belgrade was extremely easy. Little traffic, we are extremely satisfied with both the day and the structure. Of Grado, the city where the Danube meets the Sava. A rebellious, proud, tireless soul. Fortresses that dominate from above, streets that never sleep. Between History and nightlife, Belgrade is pure energy. A crossroads of peoples, cultures, and destinies. Here, every corner tells a challenge, every night a new adventure. Dinner. We’ve had dinner. Goodnight. See you tomorrow. Goodnight. This morning there’s a breakfast buffet, something incredible, in keeping with the room we slept in. Did this breakfast meet your expectations? Top-notch, just as we expected yesterday after seeing the room. We were leaving without a very important item. What? A magnet. Now let’s go get the magnet and begin today’s ride. It’s in one of those pedestrian zones where you can’t even imagine a parking lot. We passed by yesterday, but we completely forgot about it, and it’s one of the very few shops that opens at 8:00. Now let’s choose one. Yes, fine. And the magnet, too. Now, next stop: Ljubljana. But first, we have a few borders to cross. Go, go, guys. And today, another day in cruise control, 550 km. We take a stick, put it in our bag, put it in first gear, and off we go for an easy win. This morning the sky is a bit gray, a bit hazy, and judging by the forecast, there’s even a chance of a few showers , but we’ll wait and see. Here we are, Croatian customs. There’s a bit of activity here in Croatia. Let’s see if we can get somewhere a little better than here. Let’s see if we can calm down. Let’s see if we can get here. This is Serbian customs. After the Serbian one, there’s the Croatian one. There’s a bit of activity. It’s around 10:00. To the Italian who told us you always make this German stand out. He said, follow me, I’ll take you up to the top quickly. And stay a while, eh, we got here in no time. So what can I say? German Sciapon. Apparently it’s not us Italians. Good trip, travel, take care. Thank you. Bye bye. Ciao. Ciao. Grazie. Grazie. Bye bye. As the forecast said, the rain reaches us, timid at first, then increasingly heavy, until it turns into a wall of water. We stop at a service station, put on our battle gear, and set off again. I think it’s time to take the Panam off up here because it’s raining heavily. Now I’ll show you something cool about this Super Adventure jacket. The Super Adventure has an inner section made of Absolute Shell. It lets air and water pass through. The cool thing is that you can wear it either under or over the jacket. I’ll wear it like this. This way, I’ll protect myself from the water. This thing is really, really convenient, having it over the jacket. I prefer to wear it over the jacket, not underneath, because as soon as it stops raining, I can take this part off and travel completely dry. Cinza is wearing this jacket, also by Dainese; it’s ultra-mega-perforated. She’s sucking, but this one will inevitably be wearing a rain jacket. On the first day of rain, all over the Panama, we’ll put it in the bag, which is probably better. Ready to go? Get dressed in 10 minutes, it’ll stop anyway. Every time we get dressed, it stops after a while. Are we ready? Very ready. Go. I’m going. The poorly draining asphalt. It seems to want to test us. The wheels cut through streams that become rivers, but the GS is unfamiliar; it moves solidly, unstoppable, as if it were running on invisible rails. Every drop becomes part of the journey, every kilometer a small victory against the elements. After about 240 km of continuous rain on asphalt that I can assure you doesn’t drain at all, the rain now seems to be calming down and we can see a bit of light ahead of us. The car is traveling with its fog lights on to signal its presence to oncoming vehicles because it’s rising so much that it’s truly difficult. Just by the time we reach the toll booth, the rain has stopped. As you can see, it’s still hitting his helmet because we’ve taken on so much water that half of it is enough. Morning. Let’s try not to drop it on the ground, otherwise we’re dead and buried. 11:20. We’ll tidy up, close it up, I’ll stop further ahead and put my glove back on and continue the journey. It’ll be a tough fight. Again. It’s a 6km queue, guys. The queue was created by an accident. We’d hit three or four cars, and the police even arrived. Luckily, traffic is back to normal now. Slovia zero controlling, we stop, get the vignette, and continue. Anyway, guys, the Absolute Shell jacket’s performance is a plus. Now we’ll take a quick break, grab a coffee, and then cover the last 130km to Ljubljana. There it is. Pillete slovo. There it is. Perfect. This is tonight’s room. Simple, modest, yet extremely colorful. Ljubljana, the city that seems to have stepped out of a fairytale, even under a gloomy, cool sky. Clouds play around the castle that watches over the old town from the heights of its centuries of history. The cobbled streets are teeming with tourists, but walking on foot you discover hidden glimpses, elegant bridges, and quiet corners. Every step tells stories of markets, artisans, and unexpected encounters. Ljubljana envelops you with its discreet calm, while the gray sky makes the city’s colors even more intense. Ljubljana isn’t just a capital city; it’s a place that combines the depth of its history with the energy of its people. So, folks, this is the place. We paid around €80 for a small room with shared bathrooms, but the breakfast was truly amazing. We leave Ljubljana under some clouds and a warm sun, but the sun should be with us for the rest of the trip. We’ve basically gone from 40°C to 15°C, at least it’s 15°C. It’s a bit chilly. There are extremely low clouds, but what beautiful landscapes there are. We’re about 500 km from home. Alt polizai, the last roadside cafe of the trip. Autin, who has proven to be a serious and proud companion on this journey, allowed us to drink excellent coffee anywhere and in any weather. This is our last stop, I think. We’ll arrive home with about 7,800 km traveled. The 250,000 milestone is practically in front of us because we’re on the threshold of 249, so I think the 250,000 milestone is easily achievable. The next milestone for the GS will be at 300,000. This is to say that many of you write to me: “When will the GS change? The gesture is starting to become unreliable. When it switches to 13 my heart beats for this means of transport, or rather, this means makes my heart beat faster and gives me the serenity, the tranquility of leaving and always returning home by means of transport. All this makes me leave calm and serene. When a person leaves calm and serene, they enjoy the journey better. And when this means of transport no longer gives me the serenity, the tranquility, the peace, the lightness of leaving, at that moment I will consider the possibility of changing it. But until that day this means of transport has carried us, carries us, and will continue to do so with complete tranquility. So the next flag is at 300,000. Here we are, the end of the journey. What did you think of this journey? Well, it was a beautiful journey, it had been planned for 2 years, then postponed because of the earthquake. We finally managed to leave. As for me, I have never been. It was a beautiful journey, very exciting, like me I was waiting for it, maybe even beyond my expectations. I would probably go back, but not now, in the sense that it’s one of those trips where I think I’d like to return in the future, perhaps more calmly, because now we’ve done it in total for about three weeks. We were really short on time, let’s say, we cycled, so maybe we could have done some slightly shorter stages and spent a few more days, but working and having holidays, so we were forced to make choices and prioritize some places rather than suitable ones. We managed to see everything we set out to see. We stuck to our schedule. The Turkish people have once again proven to be extremely kind-hearted, with the sole exception of one owner of Moonlight, whom I urge you to avoid like the plague, who has proven to be extremely rude, exploitative, crafty, cunning, to say the least. A bad person. With the exception of From this rare breed, we found a great deal of welcome, security, and surveillance in every corner of the country. The police sometimes stopped us, smiling and cheerful, both for a check, and sometimes just to exchange a few words. I mean, when a tourist arrives, it’s like a celebration for them. We found extremely humble people. Yes, they had less and wanted to give more. We spoke to them in some places via Google Translate, and it was a truly beautiful exchange because we saw the happiness in their eyes as they spoke to us, strangers. The CAI tea shop was a must-try, free of charge. So, saying no was impossible, but sometimes we had to say no because it’s hot at 40°C, and we didn’t want to; we preferred something cold. We felt like we were at home, that’s all. Then some neighbors also arrived, some girls, so she couldn’t use the translator on her cell phone. I called, I don’t know if they were their daughters or, in short, neighbors, and in the end, instead of stopping for five minutes for fruit, we stayed there for maybe three quarters of an hour talking as if they were our neighbors. There you go, tourists, tourists. The tourist is always… Where are you from? Where are you going? What tour are you taking? As we mentioned the towns we passed through, that we were supposed to pass through, their eyes lit up because they are very, very proud of their country, of their flag that flies everywhere, in the countryside, on the mountains, in the cities, at gas stations, on houses, everywhere you’ll find the red flag. Beautiful. We bought one, attached it to the back of our motorbike, and up until today, as we were coming back, we were leaving Turkey. The last people who overtook us were 100 km from Belgrade, they saw this little flag waving and they waved, they put their hands out the window. When they see a red flag, they go absolutely crazy because they’re so attached to it, and I’d love for this stuff to reach us too—that is, if we were even a little as attached to it as they are. So, we’ll have tricolor flags everywhere, but here we see very little of the red flags. And entering Istanbul under spectacular sunshine and seeing these huge flags. There must be 40, 50 square meters— we don’t know how much because they’re waving everywhere. Wherever you look in Istanbul, the streets, buildings, and hills surrounding Istanbul are packed with this stuff. So tourists here are a real pain in the ass. It’s an extremely safe place, with checks everywhere. The police are very friendly, and motorcycles are also well-regarded. Whenever there’s any problem, a queue, traffic, motorcycles have to go and can go ahead of everyone, bypassing any queue. The last time the policeman even told us to go in the emergency lane. When the police see a motorcycle, their eyes light up with curiosity, wanting to talk, wanting to know where you’re from. They still check you, but they always keep a close eye on you. Well, we don’t want to make it too long, it was a great trip, full of emotions, a wonderful trip for me. Plus, we shared evenings together, let’s say, we saw each other for dinner a couple of times. It’s a sunrise with Vincenza and Rianna. And that, well, it was nice to meet up here, to exchange, then we constantly texted each other in the evenings, where are you, how did it go, how did it go? In short, we shared this trip not only with each other, but also with others, perhaps for the first time, shared even briefly, but we who are used to always traveling alone, in this case I shared for the first time, shared a few days, you know, the dinners, some moments, but yes, this was an experience. Anyway, thank you for making it this far. If you haven’t already, I invite you, it’s always the same. 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Che viaggio ragazzi …. e che lavoraccio fra riprese e montaggio!!!
Tantissima stima ✌❤
Ciao Ragazzi bellissimo viaggio posti meravigliosi .Siete veramente grandi . Tra riprese e montaggio avete fatto un gran lavoro . Bravissimi Buona strada 😊😊
Complimenti per questo bel viaggio e anche per il video. La moto ti fa godere a pieno la sensazione di libertà .🔝💪🏻✊🏻
Massi sto guardando il filmato della 🇹🇷 siete dei grandi , bravi pure la Cinzia è bravissima 👏👏👋👋🇮🇹
Anche questo video, lungo come quello di Capo Nord, l'ho visto tutto d'un fiato e come sempre è stato eccezionale e emozionante, come pure è stato bello e piacevole rivedere il mitico Ezechiele Stefano e la sua ragazza. Complimenti a Max e Cinzia perché tanti stimoli e ispirazioni per affrontare i viaggi in moto. Un saluto. Gaetano (AV)
Ma alla fine le mani? tutto apposto?
Non ci credo
A Sarajevo vi siete fermati nella stessa stanza dove sono stato io per 2 notti a metà Maggio,infatti anche noi le 2 moto le abbiamo lasciate nel giardino chiuso e privato del proprietario di casa posto a poche decine di metri dalla stanza
Ancara è una capitale politica. In centro, per un raggio di qualche chilometro ci sono dei disturbarori di segnale gps per una questione di sucurezza. È successo anche a me. Giravo intorno al centro come un natto. Poi, vecchio trucco da autista, ho chiamato un taxi e mi sono fatto fare strada fino all'hotel 😂
Bravissimo MAX e Cinzia, bellissimo video di posti belli e poco visti……ciao
Scusa Max, ma per l'algoritmo di YouTube non era meglio fare 4 video di mezz'ora? Comunque bel viaggio 👍👍
Sono un Italiano vivo in Germania (Francoforte) da tanti anni, possiedo un GS 1250 e ne sono innamorato, quindi condivido il tuo pensiero nei confronti di questo mezzo.
Dal vostro video viaggio ho imparato molto sulla Turchia, viaggio che ho intenzione di fare. Grazie😊
Grandi ragazzi bellissimo viaggio , poi Cinzia ottima compagna di viaggio .. tanti complimenti
Che dire… complimenti sempre per la descrizione dettagliata e avvincente. Un abbraccio
Ciao Max e ciao Cinzia video bellissimo visto tutto d’un fiato , a tratti emozionante e coinvolgente , come stare a bordo con voi , complimenti sinceri ❤un abbraccio
Bellissimo video! Hai mai avuto problemi con il drone quando facevi le riprese? Intendo polizia, divieti vari, etc…
Ciao max ciao Cinzia fantastico video, quali documenti per voi e per la moto sono stati necessari? Grazie ciaoooo
Ciao Max, ho guardato il tuo video ieri sera con mia moglie, che pur piacendole viaggiare in moto, la prima cosa che ha commentato è stata “io non riuscirei a fare tutte quelle ore e quei giorni in sella 😅, quindi per iniziare farei i complimenti a Cinzia per la resistenza e la simpatia. E complimenti anche a te per il dettaglio di tutto il viaggio, riesci a farlo immaginare cosi pieno di momenti durante tutto l’arco delle giornate .. condensando in L tutto in poco più di due ore.
Spettacolare a dir poco tutto quanto! E infine complimenti al GS sorella della mia! 😉
Complimenti spero anche io a breve di aver il GS ADV 1200 .Appena avrò venduto la mia dorsoduro 😅
Attenzione anche alle cimici o pidocchi nelle lenzuola delle strutture
Dovrò tornarci 😊
Devo ringraziarvi perchè mi avete fatto fare un tuffo nel passato, ho visitato la Turchia esattamente 40 anni fa (era il 1985 avevo 14 anni), un mese in viaggio solo con mio papà che ora non c'è più la tenda ed il sacco a pelo…da quello che ho visto dal vostro video è completamente cambiato tutto.
Quello che mi ha colpito di più è il Nemrut perchè non c'era nulla, nessun centro visitatori o altro, ricordo di essere salito, si riusciva a salire solo a piedi, non c'erano strade ma un piccolo sentiero e di aver dormito nel sacco a pelo, senza tenda contemplando le stelle la notte di San Lorenzo proprio di fianco alla testa d'aquila che si vede al minuto 1:05:11
Quanti ricordi…mi sono emozionato.
Grazie!!
Buona strada…
F A V O L O S O !!!!!! Un viaggio riassuntivo che noi abbiamo visitato in quattro volte non toccando , lo stesso, tutti le vostre località. Mi sono meravigliato per la salita al Monte Nemrut eravate da soli !! ma sotto un sole cocente, non immagino la sudata in salita e anche in discesa, vestiti da moto. Mi auguro che il video sia il riassunto e che nelle prossime settimane ci faccia vedere le singole tappe visitate come hai fatto per il dark canyon . Comunque complimenti anche per l'organizzazione degli hotel sempre posti appetibili.
I vostri racconti di viaggio ci portano a vivere insieme a voi le vostre avventure su due ruote in modo sempre interessante ed appassionante, grazie
Ciao Max ciao Cinzia , non mi aspettavo nulla di diverso 😉 ! .Rischio di essere scontato ma …. Avvincente, dettagliato come solo voi sapete fare, il trasmettere emozioni vi esce cosi naturale che solo se uno prova a fare 1 video capisce che non è scontato (bravi), penso che questo viaggio è il coronamento di un lungo e meditato periodo di meticolosa programmazione (complimenti) . Grazie di portarci con voi e far sembrare anche facile la cosa (ma qua la vostra passione abbatte le difficoltà). (intanto noi sognamo che prima o poi riusciremo a fare qualche viaggio simile )
Ciao, guardare i vostri video e sempre uno spasso, continuate sempre così bravi!
Bello il video, posti magnifici,.. Bravi
Ciao Max Ciao Cinzia, BELLO BELLO!!!. questo non è un video ma un film!!!..Complimenti. viaggio fantastico ,posti meravigliosi, ma soprattutto emozionante. ❤ BRAVI.. un abbraccio.
Ho visto con molto piacere che anche Cinzia in questo video ha partecipato attivamente con interventi e commenti veramente top… Bravissimi sempre meglio 😊
Ciao Max ciao Cinzia…..anche questa volta ci avete regalato TANTE IMMAGINI E TANTE EMOZIONI. GRAZIEEEEEEEEE. BUONI KM
Video eccezionale. Bravi
Come sempre neanche a dirlo video stupendo, turchia paese veramente bello gente meravigliosa, voi emozionanti sempre un grazie di cuore x i video stupendi un salutone a te max di a Cinzia che è troppo forte 😁e simpaticissima un saluto👍
Ciao Max !! Complimenti bellissimo viaggio, oltre aver fatto delle bellissime riprese ho scoperto che sei un bravissimo poeta….. ti ammiro sei un grande ❤ un abbraccio dall' Abruzzo …
Ciao Max mi è venuto da ridere quando Cinzia ha detto che te non senti niente…ma lo dovrebbe sapere che quando siamo sulla moto a noi ci passano tutti i mali😄scherzi a parte vi faccio i complimenti sono giri meravigliosi ma non semplici anche dal punto di vista fisico.
Mi permette di chiederti una informazione se possibiile, che taglia indossa Cinzia dell'airbag? mia moglie è alta170x58kg mi da taglia S
grazie e tanta buona strada
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Sono un buon cliente di Paolo AG* questa estate anche noi abbiamo utilizzato maglie leggins e sottocasco direi che sono una svolta per chi viaggia ed ora con la drybag si può anche lavare TOP
Ciao Max, ciao Cinzia. Cosa dire? Coraggio e simpatia incarnate in due persone fantastiche. A proposito: non dimentichiamo gli “Anticorpi a go go” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Buona strada!
Ciao Max, ciao Cinzia… un vero film, come mi aspettavo e come ci avete abituati, bello, intenso, completo, emozionante, al quale hai aggiunto una narrazione di prima classe. E poi voi, simpatici come sempre, tosti in un viaggio molto caldo ed intenso che, come nel nostro caso, è vincolato dalle ferie. Però si va, avanti tutta verso i 300k 🏍💨💨💨. Grazie per aver condiviso tutto ciò, vi aspettiamo in Friuli Venezia Giulia non solo di passaggio. Complimenti ragazzi 🤜🤛✌️
Complimenti davvero tutto molto bello ragazzi a parte l’episodio del hotel che tra l’altro sono andato a leggere la tua recensione e hai fatto benissimo a scrivere quello che è successo complimenti ancora Max ✌️🤙
Buongiorno Carissimi…come sempre ci illustrate ogni posto che visitate! Addirittura Max, ti ho trovato più poetico del solito, forse il clima esotico! Siete fortissimi e, prima o poi vi incontrerò, per farvi i complimenti di persona…a presto!
Due ore letteralmente volate via come se stessimo guardando un film, ma non un film qualunque, il nostro film preferito! Un film che abbiamo avuto la fortuna di vivere dal vivo 🤩! Emozionante rivedere i volti, i paesaggi e soprattutto le sensazioni di questo viaggio in Turchia, che ci ha lasciato dentro cosi tanto. Il vostro modo di raccontare, con immagini, musica e parole è pazzesco: coinvolgente, autentico, profondo. Un video che non è solo un ricordo, ma un vero viaggio nell'anima. Grazie per averci regalato tutto questo, grazie anche per averlo condiviso in parte con noi. COMPLIMENTI DAL PROFONDO DEL CUORE GNARI ❤
P.S: Mi raccomando Ci, non mollare adesso che hai iniziato a farci sentire la tua presenza nei video, perchè È BELLISSIMO VEDERTIIIII 😍😍😍
Mi avete letteralmente rubato due ore di vita senza che me ne accorgessi. Grazie ragazzi!
Un capolavoro, posso solo immaginare quante ore di lavoro avete impiegato tra girato e montaggio del video. Ma il risultato è veramente di altissima qualità. Grazie!
Ciao Max complimenti per il video che ho sorbito tuttoi d’un sorso. Se permetti però oltre che a te, vorrei fare i complimenti a Cinzia che, pur in condizioni menomate, ti è stata vicina, ha tenuto duro e sempre sorridente ha concluso il giro. Bravissima!
Buona sera MAXe CINZIA! Veramente SPETTACOLARE il giro che avete fatto e i posti che ci avete fatto visitare insieme a VOI. L’ospitalità ORIENTALE è veramente sacra, dovremmo imparare qualcosa da questi popoli con alle spalle millenni di storia, dove sono passati APOSTOLI (SAULO DI TARSO nonché APOSTOLO PAOLO) ……. Grazie di cuore x aver condiviso questo viaggio con tutto il VOSTRO PUBBLICO!!!! Buona serata FREI!!!!!!!
C A P O L A V O R O !!! Video documentario magistralmente realizzato sia per quanto riguarda il girato e sia per il montaggio. Bravi! Un caro saluto dalla Toscana.
Settimana prossima mi guarderò il video…. volevo solo dirti che in questo momento sono nel tuo Abruzzo, purtroppo in macchina….ma ho una convinzione…la prossima primavera mi prendo 15 giorni di ferie e consumo le gomme del GS…sto rimanendo a bocca aperta su ogni km che sto facendo…. sapevo che era una bella regione, ma mi sta stupendo… essendo in auto non me la godo così tanto, ma quando sono arrivato a Campo Imperatore mi è scesa una lacrima per quanto è assurdo quel posto….mistico, bellissimo….la Turchia aspetterà,la prossima tappa in moto sarà l'Abruzzo!!!!!
Bravi come al solito!! Mia moglie ed io ci siamo stati anche noi a giugno in moto e abbiamo provato le stesse sensazioni, se tutto va bene vorremmo ritornarci anche l'anno prossimo…..ll tuo video ha rafforzato l'idea! Ci vediamo sabato mattina! Abitiamo a pochi km di distanza😊…..Un abbraccio. Alberto
Grandi tutti e due , siete pronti per Overland del 2026 ahahahah, scherzi a parte siete davvero bravi.Un piccolo anendoto 1 mesetto fa rientrando dall'Ungheria verso la Slovenia , in autostrada c'erano lavori in corso per una decina di Km .Quando ci hanno visti arrivare , si sono spostati sulla sinistra e destra lasciando il corridoio centrale .Questo è un segno di rispetto ed educazione , in Italia come ti vedono vanno a cavallo della striscia pur di non farti passare .Mah …….Buon vento
Siete grandi. In Turchia ci ho lavorato per parecchio tempo. Persone fantastiche e posti stupendi. Ma voi siete fantastici. Facci sapere quando vieni in abruzzo.
La Turchia la porto nel cuore, uno dei viaggi in moto più belli ed emozionanti che ho fatto…. Bel video Max e buona strada…
Ragazzi ❤❤ finalmente sono riuscito a vederlo tutto 🎉🎉🎉che meraviglia ❤️😍 complimenti di vero cuore a tutti e due…che spirito di avventura spaventosa che possiedete ❤❤vi stimo tantissimo…un abbraccio a te e cinzia ❤❤❤Max ci vediamo sabato 25 ottobre a pavia 🎉🎉🎉..un saluto da max Triumph 😂❤
Max e Cinzia complimenti per il video : produzione, descrizione e presentazione molto alta. Forza GS,,mi avete ispirato a tornare in moto. Ho comprato una BMW 650 Funduro 1995 con 25 mila km. Vivo a Glasgow Scozia e voglio in piccolo vivere le vostre stesse emozioni. Non sono Scozzese 100%: sono nato a Roma e ho quasi 70 anni.e non vedo l'ora che il meccanico mi modifkica l'altezza della moto per " accettare " le mie gambe " short ". Un bacio e tanto affetto
Buongiorno Max.
Che dire, grazie a te e a tutti le persone che tramite YouTube ci fanno vivere luoghi e avventure spettacolari, un GRAZIE infinito.
Domani sarò al teatro Cesare Volta per l'evento organizzato e finalmente avrò, spero, il piacere, la gioia e soprattutto l'onore, di conoscerti 😊.
Una buona giornata