We arrived in a big pack. There are already lots of GoldWings here. We ride into
the middle of the mess, register and find parking.
As usual it is a madhouse with the bikes riding through the entrance area of the
hotel, past the booths selling merchandise, the mechanics doing installs and repairs,
the registration booth and the crowd of people who are trying to access these areas.
We manage to survive this and get to our room. This is the view. This is the same
Aegean Sea as we were at when we waited in Greece. The water is warm and the sun
Today, Thursday is the first real day of the Treffen. There is a ride to see some
ruins but we declined to join them. We saw ruins yesterday and we will see more as
we tour Turkey after the treffen.
But I am getting ahead of myself. On the way down we crossed the Dardanelles on
a ferry. This meant we did not have to go through downtown Istanbul. The Dardanelles
lead to the Black Sea and divide Europe from Asia.
The road to the ferry was narrow, windy and slow. The traffic level was heavy and
like the truck, loaded with logs, ahead of us it was difficult to pass. They are
building a bridge nearby with a four lane road running through multiple tunnels to
access it. But it is still a couple years from completion.
About an hours ride after the ferry we stopped at the ancient city of Troy. You do
remember your Greek History from high school don’t you. Or did you, like me, sleep
through it. Remember Helen of Troy, The gal who started the war. And the wooden horse
that was stuffed full of soldiers.
This is not the original horse. It is a 1975 artist reproduction. But that was the
only new thing from the ancient city of Troy. There was occupation here for several
thousand years and the archeologists have found about ten layers of buildings.
The couple in red are our very great friends from Portugal. Like so many GoldWingers
in Europe they have helped us out and in the process have become good friends. We
knew they were going to be there and have looked forward to this reunion for several
The picture below shows some of the layers of building. If you look close you can
see differences in the quality and style of the rock walls. Some are stacked rock
and others are hewn square stones of consistent size. In another area, under a sheltering
awning, were some mud-brick walls.
Well that brings up to today, I’ll continue the story in Treffen 2.