They *are* the radical Muslims. :’) But I’m with you, if I had the time and cash, I’d be all over the landscape over there.
Rural Turky begins where large cities end - abruptly. There are no burbs, after that, wealthy people live in small towns and villages, the not so wealthy live in ditches and will beg you for ecmec (bread).
Do not go to Sinope Province. It is a prison province for people who have been judged enemies of the state or common criminals (many of whom are keep in the 10th Century prison for the remainder of their very short lives). Uprisings are put down by the military, usually with artillery fire.
Do not drink the local water. It can make you very sick or even kill you. Do not drink out of the waterseller’s cup - they are not washed after use.
As a non-muslim, you are automatically hated. Any possessions you have belong to the first Turk to take them. If you look at any woman directly, you will be beaten by as many males as are available for the task. If you photograph anyone, you will be considered to have stolen their soul.
If you eat at a local restaurant, they will treat you nicely, but if you fail to look in the kitchen, you will have no idea what you are being fed nor which dish has the least flies in it.
If you are a male and get horny, you can visit the local karahanni, where you will find various holes in wooden walls to insert ... the women are working off their husband's debts.
If you drop a lira and accidentally step on it to keep it from blowing away, you have just committed a capital crime.
If you are lucky in said incident there will be someone to rescue you and spirit you out of the country - the preferred method is in a coffin. Which, if you are unlucky, is what you will be returning to the US in after being skinned alive by the locals.
Do not under any circumstances look at or flirt with any unveiled women, nor make any remarks. You will be beaten if you are lucky, and, if afterward you are unlucky and go sailing in a rental boat on the Black Sea, you will be killed by the local fisherman.
Do not under any circumstances go wandering across the local countryside alone, without an armed guard, else the local shepards will throw boulders at you and try to force you off a cliff to your death.
In rural Turkey, there are no McDonalds, only minarets.