Smelly, sweaty, dusty, dust sticking to sweat….clothes full of holes, baggy and now ill-fitting…..hair resembling road kill…..we should know as have seen a lot! …..tired…..cycling practically all day….who has desire….energy for sex? And they still ask! Are these men stupid…..they are certainly desperate. After some unwanted advances, experiences, we have …
There is a machine gun between my knees……a bracket supporting it in front if me from where I sit in the back seat, traveling with the Jandarma to view some videos. I am thinking of the mountain we have climbed, the highest altitude to date and that we will have …
“Where did you get that!” “From the man by the side of the road.” “Did you buy it?” “No…..it was a gift” “I wondered why you were taking so long……where did you get that” “From the man at the fruit stall….the policeman……the woman…..the farmer”. Li is in a hurry, would …
Another day in Turkey…….”it’s time to get up, the time is five thirty”….another day, again the alarm on the cheap Nokia phone speaks to us in a language I understand despite being hazy from sleep. I get up first, fire up the stove, a small, maybe larger than I would …
With the sighting of the crescent moon on our second day in Turkey, so begun the month of Ramazan (Ramadan) and a month of consideration and slightly different travel arrangements as a cycle tourist. Being a non Muslim, and also as a traveller we have been exempt from fasting as …
Turkey….I purchase the amount of eggs I want, usually 4 or 6 which are carefully placed in a plastic bag. (The first time we saw eggs uncartoned in Bulgaria we assumed they we pre hard boiled like those available in much of Europe- Li had an accident!) I love buying …
30th July 2013 – Bulgaria While roughly planning a route from London to Australia we decided to follow the majestic Danube from it’s source in Donaueschingen, Germany, all the way to The Delta and Black Sea. There exists what is called the Danube Bike trail, the Euro velo 6, Danube …
Floating above our tent. We are woken by the gentle roar of magical beasts. Around 100 hot air balloons, blasts of the burners as they float directly overhead. This is our second morning, a repeat of the experience does not diminish my excitement, the magic as they rise with the …
Camping in the grounds of a petrol station, close to Ihlara Valley in Turkey we wake at 5.30am planning to ride in during the coolness of the morning. The earlier perhaps the more atmospheric the light for what we assume will be spectacular. The valley was recommended as the slightly …