Crossing the finishing line

Our goodbye in Murghab was rather emotional. After all, Frances and I had spent almost 80 days on the road together; camped, ate, suffered and enjoyed cycling through five different countries, from -28m up to 4,300m of elevation. And now it was over and I was heading to China. Continue reading Crossing the finishing line

Into the Pamir mountains

From Dushanbe there is only one way east: the Pamir Highway with its different branches through various valleys. Different from what its name suggests, the Pamir Highway isn’t actually a highway. Especially the valley we chose has more stones and sand than asphalt. Read on, if you’d like to know what 250 kilometres of worst gravel road do to wo/man and machine. Continue reading Into the Pamir mountains

“Maybe tomorrow”

When we left Baku on Wednesday (2 May) to reach the ferry port of Alat, we knew there might be complications. Only we didn’t believe it would hit us so hard. Alat is a small, rather forgettable town some 70km south of Baku. Outside town lies Baku’s International Trade Port from which leave the only passenger ships to Kazakhstan. That’s where we were heading. Continue reading “Maybe tomorrow”

Bike the World: Episode II

Most of you probably won’t expect to read this: I’m back on the road! Almost five months ago, I arrived in the Eastern Turkish city of Erzurum by bicycle. After 5,400 kilometres and 100 days of cycling since my departure from Brussels, I was only a few days away from the Iranian border. The landscape was stark and dry, the nights were icy, and I felt lonely. Continue reading Bike the World: Episode II