With already 250km behind me, I had to find a stop to buy some snacks and refreshments (and also massage my buttocks). The owner walks around screaming ‘Meraba!’, but when he spotted my license plate switched to; ‘Ggallo, how ggaat et mhet jouw? Amsterdam, Rotterdam, van Persie!’ Turned out his brother is actually living in the Netherlands and therefor he knew some Dutch. He introduced himself as Turgut and was such a warm and positive man. I was offered Cay (Turkish Tea) and we had a conversation with hands and feet. Turgut got really interested in my motorcycle and started throwing big piles of 100 Lira notes on the table. Saying ‘Take, you fly to Amsterdam’. I could only laugh and shake my head.