Tim found a nice looking spot next to a lake, drove the truck along the track, and got stuck in the mud. Much effort later, the truck was freed, to become even more stuck ten yards away. So we had found our camp for the night. A group of mud loving lads all pitched in to dig the truck out, whilst I went for a walk.
After a tip from a passing farmer, I noticed a large yellow digger still working about a half mile past the next corner, this was at about 6pm. We went to talk to the guy driving the digger, and after showing him a photo of the truck along with some discussion in Turklish we had a tow vehicle. This area is very rural, so what he was doing moving gravel around at 6 at night is anyone's guess. So the truck was rescued by the JCB guys, and returned to the tarred road.
All this had obviously attracted the attention of everyone living within several miles of us: every passing vehicle tooted and waved at us. About four hours after we got stuck, we received more visitors, who arrived in a van with flashing lights, jumping out of the back carrying huge guns: the Turkish army. They turned out to be really nice chaps, despite the weaponry, and told us to phone their captain if we needed something. All this excitement didn't really affect us, most of us just looked at them, said, "Oh they've got big guns", and carried on eating dinner. We are all getting a bit blasé.
Pictures are the stuck truck and view from said truck. Quite a nice campsite, apart from the mud.
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