Reflections Camp Storyi 2. Part

I originally thought that I would do the camp in Costa Rica or perhaps Panama. Much later I came to realize that these places were merely symbolic of my dream – that my journey would bring me to wherever it was going. As well, I thought that at first I would start off in a place where there was an existing structure on the land where I would settle, perhaps in a very small town. In the back of my mind I dreamed of finding a remote and beautiful place and starting the camp from scratch, but I knew virtually nothing about how to build something from nothing. Obviously, somehow that all changed.

There were some factors in why I ended up staying in Turkey: I was tired of moving and travel (can you imagine??) – somehow the thought of picking up and going to Central America (Costa Rica etc.) left me feeling empty; September 11th had just taken place and for certain reasons I felt that I didn’t need to be in that part of the world; I no longer had as much money as before!; and of course, I had a girlfriend…

Soooo, a friend recommended that I check out Kabak Valley. At that time there were very few who had heard of the Valley in Turkey and most foreigners didn’t make it past Butterfly Valley.