"As we departed from Eğriboz, the sanjakbey or governor provided us with a galiot. This ship took us between sixty and eighty miles to an island. From this island, we boarded a small boat, in which we did not make much progress; the wind was constantly blowing in the opposite direction, and therefore we were moving close to the shore. As we approached the Dardanelles, we could not enter the strait due to the wind and had to disembark to find horses to take us to Gelibolu. Gelibolu lies under this strait in Thrace and beneath the easily visible fortresses of Sestos and Abidos.
Gelibolu is quite a beautiful city; although it is located by the sea, it does not have a harbor. Its population consists of Turks, Greeks, and Jews. We stayed here for a day and a half to refresh ourselves due to our needs. However, I have never been so angered and troubled by a journey in my life. The difficulty and change of the rocky paths and the poor condition of the horses we had to pass for comfort, along with a daily fever, afflicted me.
This fever completely took hold of me from Eğriboz and left me with shortness of breath a day after arriving in Istanbul. Worse still, the shortness of breath persisted for a long time. I became so ill that, like the secretary who was even sicker than I and stayed in Gelibolu, I wished to die on the roads. Nevertheless, with great effort, I managed to reach Istanbul from Gelibolu on horseback in four days."