After losing myself in paradise, surrounded by colorful autumn colors and solemn snow mountain ridge for two days, I decided to move on to the next destination - Kars located at border of Turkey and Armenia. The only van that travel in the morning from Barhal village to Yusufeli is at 7am. Dragged myself out from the warm bed, took breakfast prepared by the family and sayonara to the paradise in the cold morning.
The van traveled along the crystal clear streams in a narrow valley all the way to Yusufeli town. However, I cannot get any bus or van that travel to Kars from Yusufeli. Since I was traveling by myself, and my journey are unplanned, I took out my guide book, looked at the map for Northeastern Anatolia, simply choose a destination on the map - chosen Ardahan as long as it leads me to Kars next. After checking with the bus office, mostly with sign language and one two single words, I hopped on a bus destined to Artvin. Journey to Artvin from Yusufeli is not really a pleasant one, as construction of dam was in progress that time. When the minibus reached the junction leading into Artvin town, the bus driver asked me to go down - pointed at another bus - that is the bus to Ardahan. There I go on my journey to Ardahan via Cam Pass at 2540m.
This journey is unexpectedly amazing, passing through yaylalar (pastures) settlement, and an old Georgian town of Savsat.
Continuing east the bus crossed over the Cam Pass at 2540m, through winding roads with amazing settlements and scenery along the way. After the high mountain pass, leaving all the lush wooded valleys, and I came to a different landscape of Turkey - the Plateau which leads into Ardahan. It was end of autumn at that time, and a lot of temporary shields for the herdsman were left empty. However, I could still see herds of cows, goats and horses on the plateau. This part of Turkey is having its own uniqueness, not only in landscape but lifestyle.It was a gloomy day and that make me decided to continue my journey even though how I hope to jump down from the bus at one of the settlements along the way. However, I indeed enjoyed this unexpected view on my unplanned journey.
P/S : I am a very lazy photographer, and not the type who always hang my camera on my neck everywhere I go during my journey. A lot of time I see, I feel and I store all these experience in my very own memory card. Best way is - be there and feel it.
Barhal village is one the base for trekkers in Kackar or Altiparmak mountain range. A very small village with few shops supplying all kinds of groceries including camping equipments such as gas canister, etc. And definitely there is also restaurant or tea shop, as the Cay culture is everywhere you go in Turkey.
I was told that the pension I will be staying is located somewhere like this pension. Luckily there is a pulley system which transport stuff up to the pension. This pulley system is used by most village houses located at hill slopes. 
I stayed in pension runned by Karahan's family. I was the only guest at that time as the trekking season has over. I was glad to have company of a young lovely pre-school teacher, Turkan who is just about to start her teaching life in Barhal village. The dinner with the family was great, with lenthil soup, stuffed capsicum etc all prepared by the mama and younger brother of Karahan family. Breakfast served with village honey and homemake cream.
Most of the houses are made of wood, and the design is almost similar, with storage space and drying rack for crops. It is harvest season for fruits. The villagers are so hospitable waving at me inviting me into their courtyard and share the fresh walnut harvested from their orchard. Some villagers even feed me with apples. My short stay in this area is colorful and memorable, not only due to the wonderful autumn colors but the friendliness and hospitality of the villagers.
