The ulimate cycle touring blog for anyone planning on cycling the silk road.
A cycling blog about our bicycle tour along the silk road.
The Silk Road cities of Uzbekistan stand out as a jewel in the cultural crown of our adventure. But like every country before, it was the time spent in forgotten villages, drinking tea with locals, that really warmed our hearts.
Read MoreOur late night arrival in Kazakhstan felt eerily similar to the first night of our trip. With butterflies in my stomach and a sense of nervous excitement at what lay ahead, we cycled on to a new continent, with new cultures and new adventures to be had.
Read MoreSand slashes any inch of uncovered skin, blown across the parched desert by screaming winds. My knees aching from 5 days cycling, pushing a bike with 20 kilos of gear, all my worldly possessions.
Read MoreWhere kindness is, who cares for peace or war? Where goodness acts, who hears prayer or quarrel? When a man's accepted, who cares where he's from? Surrender, yield: if not your pride's a stone.
Read MoreMy first week in Georgia was definitely not what one would call fun. I was cursing everything Georgian; from the 70% alcohol at 9am to the bitter cold, hungover faces and ugly soviet architecture.
Read MoreFrontiers are a fascinating place. These physical borders between countries often feel like imaginary lines drawn up by middle age men in far away places.
Read MoreCycling to Ezurum we crossed the regional border between the Black Sea region and Eastern Anatolia, and the differences were immediately noticeable. Villages were poorer, the landscape dryer and the mountains snow capped.
Read MoreAny hope of cycling the whole way to China without any petrol infused assistance was completely shattered with a 2100m climb and a toilet bowl breaking bout of gastro.
Read MoreFrom the moment we cycled away from the coast, and decided to go inland for some mountain fun, our Turkish guardian angel paid us his full attention.
Read MoreCycling into Turkey was a brutal slap in the face. Nothing says welcome to a new country like barbed wire fences and 18yr old soldiers holding big, shiny automatic machine guns.
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