The road went along the Black Sea, but always at least some hundreds metres away. Wanting to camp by the sea, I took a gravel road down to the water and asked a guy if I could camp amongst the trees further ahead. "No", it was private but I was welcome to camp on his lawn. No English but friendly people and as it was a motel (in the Summer), I could use the outdoor toilet and rinse my clothes in a sink. Another good bike day without problems except the wobbly rear tire so reaching Istanbul seemed like a real possibility...