It kept raining all night long, so in the morning everything was pretty wet. Including my inner tent, since I didn't know that the outer fabric would stretch so much when it gets wet, so it was touching the inner fabric and everything was kind of wet. The weather didn't show any signs of clearing up soon, so I had to pack the tent in its wet state.

The area was getting more and more rocky, the whole place was filled with boulders in strange round shapes, pine trees growing in between and on top. Soon I passed the tiny village of Kullar, situated in a small valley and surrounded by rocks and forests. The main income of the local population is said to come from the harvesting of pine seeds.

The path continued up a ridge behind the valley, leading through magical rock formations and probably offering some nice views around - only it was very cloudy and I couldn't see anything. Downhill on the other side there is another small village called Bagarcik, after which the Carian Trail enters the Latmos mountains. I first got some strange looks from a few seniors buying potatoes from a travelling merchant, but quickly they smile and greet me happily. A steep ascent winds up the hill between the small houses of the village, soon meeting another ancient road in perfect condition.

The mountaineous area is really lonely, as there are neither settlements nor farming lands, so I could enjoy a nice hike in dry conditions (it had stopped raining around noon) and complete loneliness. After losing the markings for a while (the ancient road was interrupted) and spending some 15 minutes searching for the path, I could continue further uphill to a panoramic campsite with a spring providing fresh water. I'd have liked to stay here, but it still quite early in the day and I wanted to hike further than that. Also, clouds started to get darker again and I expected more rain, so I planned to reach the Bafa-lake on the following day, to leave for the coast and hopefully better weather.

So I walked on, wind and occasionally some raindrops accompanying me on the way, until I reached the path branching off to the ruins of the Stylos monastery - only I didn't find the path. I wasn't that interested in a detour and it was late in the day anyway, therefore I decided to look for a campsite and go to sleep.

I proved to be quite difficult between all these rocks, but at some point I could find at least a reasonable patch of grass to put up my tent. Unfortunately it was everything but straight, but it was the best I could find after half an hour of searching in the area.

As expected, sleeping offered only limited comfort due to the whole contents of the tent always slowly sliding downhill when I turned, but nevertheless I could get some sleep.