Miki Troy

Already 6 months on the road... Winter is coming. I'm heading towards Antalya to take a break and work. But first I must climb the legendary looming before me: Chimaera Mountain



This mountain which is located near Olympos, is famous for the "flames of Chimaera" or the "eternal flames". According to Greek

Turkish generosity will always surprise me. A great moment of getting back to basics and sociability.



5 days in the countryside, in the orange trees, surrounded by animals of positivity.



Thanks to Zeynep and her family for lodging me and offering me food.

Departure from Kaş, real climbing.

From 0 to 500m altitude over 5km, with streets with a 30° slope, a travel record.



Break in a small peasant village, with a local family who makes me fat by offering me dishes and desserts all day long.



A raging violent storm cuts off electricity in the region for almost

I put writing on hold to concentrate on musical composition, and develop my sociability and my Turkish verbal communication in Kaş.



Long music sessions every day, and walks, chatting with the locals.



The nomadic life is rewarding but exhausting. I feel more and more the need to build long-term social bonds with people.

I managed to attach the guitar to my bike, and hit the road again 6 days later.



Unfortunately, the knee pain returns.



I find a campsite rated 5 stars on Google map, and push as best I can to reach it. Torn between pain and wonder at the landscapes.



Unexpected arrival at the mouth of a gigantic canyon. An

Breakfast on the beach, in the company of the very friendly young Beagel, belonging to my aperitif friends from last night.



Crossing a thick forest, rich in flowering vegetation. A tropical atmosphere, in the Mediterranean region.



Arriving in Fethiye, I met a Spanish couple (hayathelva on insta), living

I'm decreasing the amount of writing over the next few days. My free time is invested and divided between music (I finally managed to attach a guitar to my bike), and work (trading).



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Departure.



Gray day, mild and very peaceful, my knee is better.



I cross Göcek, a small town famous for its Marina frequented

Midnight. As I fall asleep, I hear a powerful, blood-curdling roar, right next to my tent. First I think of a bear. Paralyzed, I wait and hold my breath. The beast comes closer, and sniffs my tent. I finally hear “growls” which tell me it’s a wild boar. Moderately reassured, I remain still. He pokes

I spent 9 days in Marmaris.



In the program:



Rest and swimming at the beach.



Beautiful encounters... Human and also animal. Enriching, in music and linguistic exchange.



Personal development, studies and work.



A tattoo in memory of the first 3 months of my trip, and a trip to the dentist at the same time, to

Waking up at dawn, a few colors come knocking at the door of my retinas, my occipital lobe welcomes these chromatic visitors with a “Come in!” to receive them in my living room called visual cortex.



Resinous and floral smell, freshness of the morning drizzle, discreet bird songs, a chill. I prepare a