I had started off to walk to my favourite JAWA-CZ dealers buy a few parts that I forgot to purchase the other day. I soon felt the early morning Sun make an attempt at trying to burn my neck. I thought that I must try and walk in the shade, or else I would regret it later. I heard the distant sound of a two stroke motor, so I stepped aside and looked behind. An old Jawa ridden by an old chap with his wife sat side saddle was rapidly approaching. As he approached, he noticed that I was taking his photo, so as he passed he gave a friendly smile and waved.

A little later I trod on something that was a bit soft for a stone! No, luckily it was not a Canine squelch mine! it was something made out of rubber. I stopped and picked it up. It was a kick-start rubber. To my amazement I noticed it was genuine JAWA-CZ item! as it seemed almost new, I put it safely in my pocket. I then carried on walking, and enjoyed the scenery. A little further on I noticed outside a house a spanking brand new model 640 Jawa. It was so new that it did not even have a registration plate fitted to it! how did its proud new owner get it home? I wondered. The owner spotted my interest and came out. Unfortunately the chap was a foreigner, he spoke a strange lingo that I could not understand. My Spanish is the Holiday version, and my German only polite, so I could not find out much about his bike. I delved into my pocket and brought out my International Jawa passport. It was a selection of photos of my very own Jawa collection. Soon guttural sounds of approval were to be heard. I took a photo of this unusual 640. I say unusual as it was a metallic green, and only badged as a "Style", we normally see these 640s as Blue, Red or White Style. It also had lovely Atlas Whitewall Tyre trims. I would have loved to have found out more about this bike and it's fittings, but alas the old language problem put the blocks on that, so we shook hands and parted.

On approaching the Town's outskirts I walked past a junior school. Children were outside playing their usual games. When they spotted me they came rushing over to the fence. What was going to happen now I asked myself? am I going to get stoned, or pelted by a battalion of pea shooters? To my surprise the kids put their arms through the railings and wanted to shake hands with me! I did so while answering a barrage of greetings and questions such as "good morning" and "how are you?". When I had shaken all their hands and said good morning to all of them, I tore myself away and carried on with my Journey.

It was obviously a market day, as there were a lot more Jawas parked on the footpath than normal. I noticed quite a strange Jawa type bike. It had on the Tank "’Xung Fu"". It had the classic Jawa combined kick-start and gear-lever. The barrel looked like a cross between a 485 and 559. It only had one exhaust port. I hung around for a while in case the owner of this strange bike appeared. In the end I gave up waiting and went on my way. I soon came to my favourite Jawa dealer's shop. Upon arrival I was greeted by the owner, and asked if I would like some Tea. So as I sat there drinking my Tea, I gazed upon the heavily laden shelving all bearing parts for JAWAs and CZs. I could see Dynamos, Con-Rods, Bearings and all manner of things for old twinport Jawas. For the modern bikes, there were complete 638/640 Crankshaft assemblies on the shelf. I was now beginning to forget what I had come for! so after I had finished my tea I bought some spokes, an air filter to carb rubber, some shock absorber rubbers. The owner then beckoned me to follow him around the back. We then went upstairs where he showed me an Aladdin's cave of parts on the shelves. I was asking for a new rear grab handle for my 559. Upstairs there was all sorts of 559 parts. There were tool and battery boxes, rear and front mudguards, Carb covers, new wheel rims and many other parts. As the grab rail I required was riveted onto the mudguard sub-assembly I declined to buy this part, as I felt it be perhaps more practical to drill out the rivets of mine when I got home, and get it re-chromed. These parts were all new parts and were in perfect condition. I found it hard to come away from this room, but in the end I had to! As we went downstairs I remembered that I wanted a new seat cover for my 559. The dealer sadly did not have one but said his brother might have one in stock. So after settling up with him, I set off to see his brother at the next Jawa dealer's shop.

It was almost High noon, I was now beginning to feel a bit hungry. I was starting to think about finding somewhere to eat when someone in the distance shouted out to me. I looked around, and over the other side of the street, there were two chaps sat under a tree, waving for me to go over to them. As I got closer I could see that they were in fact two workers from a nearby building site and were about to have their lunch. We shook hands, and I was asked to sit and eat with them! I was then again amazed at the friendliness of the people in this Town! So there I sat eating Bread, Tomatoes, Cucumbers, Egg, Peppers and a weird pastry that looked more like paper than it did food!. After we all had our fill, I as a return gesture of their friendliness bought three large cans of Coke. Their faces lit up with surprise when I returned with the drinks. So we sat around supping and burping under the protective shade from the burning midday sun. The one chap had an unusual name, in English it meant "Stop", so I can only assume that he was the last of a very large family! They were fascinated with my Camera, so I took a photo of them both, and promised to post them a copy when I got my film printed. So once again I found myself having to drag myself away from some very friendly company. We shook hands and bid farewell to each other.

As I arrived at the next dealer's shop, I was again offered some Tea and a seat. I sat there and suddenly a flash thunder storm broke out above, so I just sat there watching two mechanics busily working on a Voshkod 175 and a Jawa 350. There was no way I was going to risk getting soaked while I could sit here amongst such friendly People. I showed this second dealer my photos of my sad and un-restored 559. He then jumped out of his seat and showed me into the room next door. In there he had all laid out all the tinware for a 559 all nicely re-sprayed and ready to bolt back onto the frame. The paint job was really superb! it had that lovely deep shine of many layers of paint. I wished that I could afford to put that much paint on my bike!. Now the interesting thing about this chap's restoration project was that he was not doing it up for fun or pleasure, he was doing it up so that he could sell it on at a profit! Who would buy it? I wondered. I asked him for a seat cover, sadly he only had a throw over and tie up type. Perhaps the next time I am in town I will be able to get the one I wanted. I shook hands with the dealer and went off on my way back home. As I boarded a local mini bus, I thought that I must visit this friendly town again. If you haven't already guessed, JAWATOWN is a Town in TURKEY! It's real name is FETHIYE.