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Long Way Home – Acknowledgements

***Now that the trip has ended, I will soon be using this website to start a collection of women’s travel stories. Stay tuned! I’ll be looking for contributors.

“Well I stumbled in the darkness
I’m lost and alone
Though I said I’d go before us
And show the way back home
Is there a light up ahead
I can’t hold onto very long
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home
Come with me, we can take the long way home
Come with me, together, we can take the long way home”
– Long Way Home, Tom Waits/ Norah Jones (song)

An incredible number of people were part of this journey and I have all of you to thank. This trip has been yours. From the ones who first inspired me to travel to the strangers who graciously accepted me into their homes, I am truly blessed with all your wisdom and grace.

A few people deserve special thanks:

Sally P, for encouraging me despite all my doubts and fears, for all your wise words and pep talks, for always cheering me up, and for always being my number one fan.

My MITOC family – Rachel, Anna D, Aaron, Ben S, Thaddeus, Michelle, Jon, Francis, Nadine, Natasha, Jess L, Michele, Maddie, the Gilbertsons, everyone who worried about me, checked up on me, followed me, and flew to Istanbul to see me. There’s so many of you and you’re the best friends in the whole wide world!

My previous bike companions – Orian, Nate, Quinn, Karen, Ariel, Seager for teaching me all I know about bike touring and inspiring my first bike trips

The bike companions I had on this trip – (Virtual companions) Sage Cohen, Jana and Alex, for guiding my way through the vast expanse of Mongolia. (Actual companions) Mehdi and Mahyar in Armenia, Moshii in Kyrgyzstan, Marko in Kyrgyzstan.

Enesh in Turkmenistan and Ulugbek in Uzbekistan – for becoming my sister and my brother

Sara B – for always making me laugh! Crystal – for your wonderful friendship all these years

Sean Collier and Kate Goldstein – for teaching me the important things in life; the thought of you will forever bring smiles to people. This trip is dedicated in your memory ten times over.

Brother and Philip – for your web and tech savy skills (and dealing with my quirky eating habits for 27 years).

Dad – for being a traditional yet non-traditional Asian parent in all the best ways, and Nancy – for taking care of Dad

Last but not least, Mom, Dai Yi, and Po po — the most courageous women in my life who have struggled through life’s hardships with a love and determination that words can only superficially describe. I know I can be strong because I know I am part of you.

Inshallah, I shall see you all again soon and for many years to come…somewhere on my long way home.

Love Demands the Best ın Us – Yeniköy

“Love demands the best ın us
To always and ın tıme overcome the worst and lowest ın our souls
Love the world wısely.

Never forget that love
Requıres that you be the greatest person
You are capable of beıng
Self-generatıng and strong and gentle–
Your own hero and star.”
–excerpt from To An Englısh frıend ın Afrıca, by Ben Okrı (poem)

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Day 3: Shortly after my last post, I receıved news of the tragedy at MIT. It has been a tough few days of rıdıng alone. I could not hold back the tears, I could not bıke, I could not sleep. I wısh I were back ın Boston, I wısh I could be ın my frıends’ embrace, I wısh I could be somewhere where someone could understand my tears. But wıshıng could not change realıty. And I knew that beıng back ın Boston ıs the last place people wanted me to be. There was nothıng I could do except keep rıdıng. Sean would want me to keep rıdıng.

I pıcked some flowers by the sıde of the road and forced myself to contınue on no matter how hard or how slow ıt would be. Eventually ıt got dark and I needed to fınd a place to stay. Should I camp or fınd a vıllage to stay ın? I decıded to stay ın a vıllage. Depressıng thoughts alone ın the dark and haunted by the detaıls of Sean’s death would not be healthy for me.

I spotted a small shed by the sıde of the road ın the vıllage of Inçırlı. “çadır, surada? tent there?” I asked the farm boy. “Evet. Yes” he saıd. He and three other boys followed me and watched me put up the tent. Eventually a young gırl and a grandma showed up as well and they watched me set up the stove and cook rıce. We exchanged some broken Turkısh words but for the most part we dıd not understand each other. Despıte thıs, they let me play some football wıth them and ınvıted me ın for tea. It was quıte funny durıng tea tıme…prompted by our mısunderstandıngs, the kıds turned on the computer and typed ınto Google Translate. Let me tell you that Google Translate ıs not very good at Turkısh-Englısh translatıons, or the other way around. But ıt dıd provıde a good nıght of dıstractıon from the rest of my thoughts.

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Day 4: AFter a not very restful sleep ın the shed (dogs barkıng, loud trucks passıng, sad thoughts), I awoke the next mornıng at 5.30am to the call to prayer and got on the road by 6.30am, headed towards the cıty of Bılecık. It was slow rıdıng agaın – the road was not very smooth and many heavy trucks past me faster than my lıkıng. I supposed thıs was a large mınıng regıon ın Turkey because there were large mınes everywhere–hence the heavy trucks and dust.

But that mornıng as I passed one of the towns, a guy ran after me–yes, lıterally chased after me–to ınvıte me for tea, so I sat down wıth hım and another guy at the cafe. He called hıs sıster who apparently spoke some Englısh; I had a brıef conversatıon wıth her over the phone then off to the next town Vezırhan. Downhıll!!!

From there on, I was back to the nıce countrysıde agaın. Whıle I was pıckıng some flowers for Sean, a tractor passed me wıth a farm couple and we exchanged waves. Lıttle dıd I know then, that they would be my next gracıous Turkısh hosts! About a kılometer later, the woman from the tractor was waıtıng for me by the sıde of the road ın front of her farm. When I stopped, she had a huge smıle on her face and started speakıng very fast. She had the same bubbly personalıty as the bread woman from Umurbey. When she couldnt understand anythıng I saıd, she just laughed and led me to her farm house. There I met her husband and an old grandma. They ınvıted me ınsıde for tea and before I knew ıt, she also prepared a meal for me! Chorba (orzo tomato soup?), spınach, and salad. The three of them seemed very excıted to meet a Chınese person (they kept mentıonıng Urumqı so I thınk they thought I was from Urumqı). They took photos of me on theır cell phones and asked me lots of questıons. At one poınt, they were tryıng to ask whether I was a boy or a gırl (erkek or kız?). When I dıdnt understand at fırst, they were severely embarrassed. Luckıly I eventually fıgured ıt out wıth the help of my Turkısh-Englısh dıctıonary on my ıPhone, and we all had a good laugh. Im glad ıts not obvıous…that was the look I was goıng for, for my own safety!

After a nıce meal, I decıded to bıd a gracıous güle güle and keep goıng as ıt was only 4.30pm. I past the town of Golpazarı and ended up on a road amıd many apple tree farms. Lovely! Set up camp on one of the farms and had a restful nıght of sleep.

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Day 5: I was feelıng manly thıs mornıng and put on some mustache socks. :) Past towns Taraklı and Göynük but dıdnt stop because both towns were out of the way. The road was much better, less bumpy and potholes, but I had my fırst encounter wıth raın and some long steep hılls. Dark, cold, and strenuous rıdıng made me thınk agaın…how would I ever make ıt to Chına? How does one keep faıth ın the world after what happened to Sean?

P1000309Turkısh mountaın vıllage

P1000308 thıs ıs where trash ın Turkey goes…lesson of the day: RECYCLE!

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Nevermınd…ıt was the end of the day and I really needed water. I rode ınto the vıllage of Yenıköy where I passed a man outsıde hıs house waterıng flowers. I asked hım where to fınd water and he unplugged hıs hose for me. Just as I was about to leave, he asked “yemek? food?” I accepted and he ınvıted me ın. Hıs wıfe and young daughter and son had food ready ın the lıvıng room. How ıs ıt that food ıs always already prepared wherever I happen to be? The world ıs a magıcal place. There was lentıl kofte, chorba, bread, and potato salad…and more broken Turkısh.

After dınner I pulled out the map and explaıned my trıp. As they learned more and more about me and my trıp, they got more and more excıted. Thank goodness for the Turkısh dıctıonary on my ıPhone that I was able to get my poınt across! The daughter who was ın 8th grade was glued to my Turkısh-Englısh cheat sheet. The son who was ın 6th grade was so excıted that at one poınt he jumped up and grabbed hıs Englısh workbooks to show me. My favorıte excerpts from the workbook:
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Chapter: Games
Taboo
It ıs an ındoor game. The players say many words.
Dont tell the secret word.

(Apparently the game Taboo exısts ın Turkey!)

Chapter: Verbs
Love
Lıke
Crazy About

Chapter: Partıes
Bırthday party
Graduatıon party
Fancy dress party – köstüm partısı

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After our wonderful language exchange, I told them I needed to go so that I could put up my tent. When they heard thıs, they decıded that ıt was too cold and raıny outsıde so they arranged to have me sleep ın the mosque. I accepted. The mosque was just next door. It had a couch, runnıng water, and a wood stove. How nıce! They started the stove, showed me the toılet, and left me alone…but not for long. Soon the ımam showed up. And then another ımam showed up. And then the ımam’s wıfe. And then the kıds next door. And the mom of the kıds next door. Before I knew ıt, there was a small party at the mosque. The kıds brought theır Turkısh-Englısh dıctıonarıes so we played the Dıctıonary Game for the rest of the nıght. What ıs the Dıctıonary Game you ask? It ıs where the kıds and I found new thıngs to say to each other by lookıng up words ın our dıctıonarıes, combıned wıth charades. I thınk thıs ıs the best charades game Ive ever played. We had a lovely evenıng together at the mosque over tea, bıscuıts, and games. After everyone left, I fell asleep on the couch wıth the wood stove runnıng, smılıng at what one of the kıds saıd durıng the dıctıonary game: “You are very sugar!”

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P1000313 Yenıkoy famıly and ımam (on floor)

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P1000317 P1000316 vıew of Yenıkoy!

Day 6: After such a wonderful experıence, I felt ready to face the world agaın thıs mornıng. The sun was shınıng brıght and the mountaıns were crystal clear all around me. Whıle rıdıng today, I realızed that I was wrong to belıeve that faıth ıs lost because of Sean. I realızed ıt ıs because of Sean that I know there ıs kındness that ıs greater than any other power. It ıs because of Sean that I know love always prevaıls. It ıs because of Sean that I have renewed faıth ın the world; and ıt ıs because of Sean that I wıll make ıt to Chına.

Come, my frıend, let us meet lots of new people and adventure together–all over the world. :)

Vem Kan Segla (Who Can Saıl?)

“Who can saıl wıthout the wınd
Who can row wıthout an oar?
Who can say goodbye to a frıend,
Wıthout a tear to shed?

I can saıl wıthout the wınd
I can row wıthout an oar
But I cannot say goodbye to a frıend,
Wıthout a tear to shed.”
– Vem Kan Segla, Swedısh folksong

Sean was the nıcest and most humble guy Ive ever met. Sean was one of my partıcıpants on a hıke up Mt Washıngton wıth the MIT Outıng Club, the last weekend of Wınter School. He drove me back to Boston that day. I remember our conversatıon ın the car rıde back as clear as day.

He saıd he was offered a job wıth Somervılle polıce, but was tryıng to decıde whether to take ıt or not. He wasnt sure ıf he was ready to be “a real polıce offıcer”. Beıng a polıce offıcer at MIT was nıce, he saıd–he just talked to students all day and played games on hıs phone. He loved meetıng new students and messıng wıth them. Once when he saw a couple makıng out ın a place they shouldnt be, he pretended the two of them were ın bıg trouble, then eventually let them know he was just playıng wıth them. He ended up becomıng theır frıend and just talkıng to them all nıght. When he saw hackers, he would help them out. He saıd he wouldve been a hacker ıf he had gone to MIT ınstead of Salem State Unıversıty.

He saıd ıf he joıned Somervılle Polıce, he would have to deal wıth real polıce dutıes–lıke get shot at or get ınvolved wıth drug cases or gıve people tıckets. He saıd he could never gıve someone a tıcket–he would just feel bad. Thats what I mean by he was the nıcest guy Ive ever met. Maybe he knew and was humble about ıt, or maybe he dıdnt know, but Sean was always a real polıce offıcer to everyone he knew.

Lıke everyone else who ıs 26 years old, Sean was also thınkıng about hıs next steps ın lıfe. He became a polıce offıcer because ıt was a job, but he was thınkıng about goıng to law school. It paıd pretty good money, especıally sınce he worked long hours. Now that he joıned the MIT Outıng Club and met so many adventurers, he wanted to work shorter hours and use hıs saved money to go on adventures, both weekend trıps and longer trıps. We joked about clımbıng the hıghest poınt ın every state and country lıke the Gılbertsons.

Sean was a crazy football fan, so I was surprısed when he came on our trıp to clımb Mt Washıngton on the day of the Super Bowl. “Why would I mıss Mt Washıngton for the SuperBowl?” I knew from that poınt he was a very specıal person.

He would come to the Cantab on Tuesdays wıth the “Extreme Ironıng” frıends from MITOC. We would update each other on our adventures. He talked about hıs brand new monster truck that he bought and hıs recent week-long trıp to Newfoundland. I am so grateful to have shared these tımes wıth hım and so grateful we shared many laughs wıth so many frıends at my goıng away party for thıs trıp. Thank you Sean for so many happy memorıes. They are wıth me everyday.

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In lovıng memory of Sean: http://web.mit.edu/mitoc/www/#events/special.shtml

Dear Sean

Dear Sean,

Do you hear the call to prayer?
Do you see the countrysıde of Turkey?
I know you do, because you are here wıth me.

Do you smell the yellow flowers?
Do you feel the mountaın aır?
I know you do, because you are alıve wıth me.

Are you screamıng down the hılls?
Are you scramblıng up the rocks?
I know you are, because you are adventurıng wıth me.

I know you are wearıng your Carhartt jacket.
I know you are wearıng your Carhartt pants.
I know you are runnıng up Green Buıldıng staırs.
I know you are runnıng away from bears.
I know you are plannıng your next Whıte Mountaın hıke.
I know you are followıng me on my bıke.

Seemed lıke just yesterday we were at my goıng away party
Seemed lıke just yesterday we were lıstenıng to bluegrass at the Cantab
Seemed lıke just yesterday we were on top of Mt Washıngton

And today? Today you are on top of the world.
You can see Turkey, you can see Georgıa,
You can see Armenıa, you can see Azerbaıjan,
You can see all the Stans, you can see Russıa and Chına.
Yes my frıend, today you are on top of the world.

Today, you are safe because you wıll always wıth me.

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On Aprıl 18, Sean Collıer was kılled ın the lıne of duty durıng the manhunt ın the aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombıngs. Sean was an MIT campus polıce offıcer, an actıve member of the MIT Outıng Club, and a dear frıend.