On the eve of another adventure I have the mixed feelings of leaving and starting again, goodbyes and hellos, what I leave behind and what lies ahead. All of which is nicely summed up in this quote I just came across.
Just to clarify – I don’t mean I went back in time to 18th century Great Britain – time travel is not in my repertoire yet! After my six months of bicycle and work exchange wanderings in Turkey last year, I took the opportunity to return to a country which had made a lasting impression … More A Georgian Winter in Tbilisi
So after nearly 4 months of beautiful beach life, living and working in Cirali on the Mediterranean coast, the time came to move on. I seem to be both very good and very bad at leaving, and often feel like I am doing it too often, but one way or another I had to leave … More The return to winter
A little snippet of lunchtime at the crossroads in a village near Pamukkale. (From nearly 2 months ago – so it wasn’t deadly hot at lunch time yet)
After the thrills, spills and stresses of the first week of my trip I was happy to get back to a slightly less eventful riding experience. Leaving the crisp sheets, clean towels and not to mention buffet breakfast (which I managed to devour for the best part of an hour) of the öğretmenevi in Gediz … More Up in another world
It has been a while since I last posted anything here and you may have been forgiven for thinking I had hung up my walking boots and cycling gloves for a permanent return to the pub. You would, of course, be wrong! It is true that Istanbul has been occupying me for a couple of … More Back on the road
As I mentioned at the end of my last entry – we slept in no-mans land the night we left Tajikistan but we were not alone. We had put up the tent the first place we could find as the light was fading fast and cooked the last of our food for dinner. We went … More Kyrgyzstan – the end of a beginning
I had a real sense of anticipation as the 4 of us headed away from the city. We could happily have spent much longer with Vero and Gab but the whole reason we were in Tajikistan at all was calling us. I had first heard about the Pamir Highway from some cyclists I met when … More The Gateway to the Pamirs
It was 5:45am on May 1st when I first set off from Beşiktaş with Carra fully loaded for a week long test ride. Later that day the city was in lock down with the police pepper spraying and water canoning anyone who attempted to join a May day protest. But when I left the sun … More setting (wobbling) off again
Razistan 