Dancing in the Dark
by Andy on Thursday, December 20th, 2007The other day I was cycling towards Trabzon. We went through a number of dark, ominous looking tunnels through the hills. I’m cycling along, and then there it is, another black hole. My blood pressure rises, the hard shoulder thins and squeezes me off onto the road, to share it with the multi-tonne trucks flying past, spraying me with muddy water. I check over my shoulder, ah, a gap, hopefully I will make it through, before being chased by the next vehicle. Each vehicle sounds exponentially louder, like a plane taking off. I pedal like fury through the tunnel. This is repeated a number of times, then we are about to go into a particularly long 3 km tunnel and an orange van with flashing lights pulls up behind us before we take the plunge. The guy leans out the window, I assume they want to tell us we’re not allowed to cycle through the tunnels. I feign ignorance or deafness and pedal into the tunnel at full pelt helped by a downhill. After a couple of minutes of pedalling, I slow down and Tom catches up followed by the van shouting ‘we have an escort’. I suddening feel silly for my pre-conception and a little more important for a few seconds. The tunnel seems to go on for ages, pedalling into the concrete world, illuminated by the glow of the safety lights, and fire exits and the flashing lights from the van, I feel my mind drifting away into some sort of trance, pedalling along following Tom’s back wheel, a very strange feeling. Back into daylight and downhill to Ordu, the next town.
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