Today was a repeat of yesterday; I got distracted and didn’t get as far as planned. I was invited to have tea in a town that would seem to translate to “Sunday Village,” and my second tea was actually scented with pine sap. The man who invited me was once married to a British woman, so he knew English pretty well. Then I rolled past “Tea Village,” but no tea action could be found. I took a longer route on an empty road, which included a big climb. I rejoined the main road, and on my descent, *ping* a spoke broke. The rim was a little wobbly but I was able to continue riding. I passed some logging operation and was invited for tea again with five workers. The tea was excellent, made with a wood-fired “semaver,” and they slso provided a simple lunch of bread, tomatoes, lunch meat, olives, and cheese. They warned me about my route, insisting that there was mud and dangerous bears. So, a forester named Serkan walked with me back to the main road and I doubled back on it to go over the pass (accompanied by a friendly dog) to a hotel in Eskipazar, or “Old Sunday.” The hotel and a nearby town are named after Hadrian…I’ll find out what the deal is with that. Serkan said that the bad air from two days ago was not smog, but rather from wildfires in Türkiye. Apparently two highways were recently closed due to smoke.