In the dense traffic of motorbikes, rickshaws, decorated trucks, buses with passengers on the rooftop, taxis and donkey carts policeman waved goodbye. Entering the city…
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Pakistani Escort Report
We‘re moving on our bikes from one check point to another, escorted by armed men on pick-ups. For last few weeks I’ve been travelling together…
Persian Islands
A saying goes No human is an island. There was a young man starting a long overland bicycle trip from Europe towards East. On the…
Across the deserts of Iran
After biketouring for 5 months and reaching 6371 km, radius of our planet, I am resting in a hammock beside the ocean and recalling memories…
Towards Teheran
How can you understand something constantly surprising? After 3 months cycling in Iran, the country seems to me as an optical illusion: picture within a…
Iraqi Kurdistan by bike
The air often smells of oil. There are fires in the distance and sometimes next to the road. Among them plenty of checkpoints with armed…
Nine lives of Mardin
Mardin is a town, where we were juggling on the rooftop, at the bazaar and on the main square, in the small streets and in…
Through Turkey; Istanbul-Mardin
‘Back on track!’ ‘What will this day bring me?’ These are my mantras of freedom I say out loud every morning when I start pedalling.…
Cities within a city
Byzantium, Augusta Antonina, New Rome, Constantinople, Kostantiniyye, Stamboul, Islambol, Carigrad, Istanbul. These are a few names of the city from its history, but there are…
Cycling from Ljubljana to Istanbul
Wind, the everchanging shape of clouds, trucks as clumsy animals – maybe elephants, thoughts, colors of landscapes, empty mind, dead hedgehog again, My Name is…