_ 134 _ this is sent to Venice, where each sack commands a price of a hundred cruzados. It is better than that which comes from Rhodes. Item: We crossed the river and put up at a small place called [Tilmián], of fifty Turkmen peasant citizens, situated to the north, consisting of wattle-and-daub houses and almost depopulated by the plague. It has good livestock and provisions from good pasture and many vineyards. They make good raisins because they cannot eat all the grapes, and they dare not make wine. They pack the raisins to send to many places, and even then they cannot use them up. They therefore press them like olives to make juice. An almude costs one xaín. We stayed here for two days, and on the 12th of the month (when the chief muleteer, who was a native of Bireuk and had been there, came back) we left across plains full of vineyards, without ditches or fences; and those who pass by may eat the grapes or take away those they want. We put up at a caravanserai called [Sajút], the most sumptuous I saw throughout this journey. It is divided into three parts, and innumerable people can be accommodated in it. It was rebuilt in stonework by a rich Moor, and I was told that it cost him more than two thousand cruzados. On the next day, we travelled over the same plane, and I
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