Location: Gelibolu Peninsula, Strait of Dardanelles
Weather: a light breeze from the southwest and clouds drifting from the west. Feels like 13 C (55 F).
For three hours you make good headway, climbing up the hill east of Eceabat, down and across a small valley, then up another hill and into yet another valley. From the heights, you can see both the Dardanelles strait on the east and occasionally the Aegean Sea on the west.
The hills are well forested, though they have been maintained and cared for; as such, they are not what you would call wild. You've seen shepherds, you've seen an isolated house in the distance, but it is only after reaching this second valley that you come upon a small hamlet. The sun is quite gone, by now; it has fallen behind the hill you have just crossed over. It is late dusk, enough to see but the light will be completely gone in a few minutes (the sun falls quickly at this latitude).
There are only about a dozen huts; there are goats and sheep drifting around the green grass by the well. There is an old man who wishes you well as you appear and asks outright if you are bandits.