Returning back to Scotland after a few years away. What’s changed and what hasn’t?
I’m majorly winning at this little game I’ve made for myself. It’s not even difficult any more. And I think that’s the problem.
Accused of being a spider as I cross from Tajikistan into China over the Kulma Pass
Continuing the cycle from Tbilisi to Baku, from the border of Azerbaijan. Things become increasingly dry and arid as I head east, ultimately crossing a desert to reach Baku.
Those last days in Georgia.
3 nights, 4 days and 0 showers later I majestically cycled down the hill to Tbilisi, sunburnt, smeared head to toe in a shiny, grit-covered, suncreamy goop.
There’s a fine line between someone looking at you out of curiosity and that of an imposter. I’m quite used to the first by now, but here in Armenia there seems to be a lot of suspicion about who I am and what I’m doing here.
I really don’t care if I got lost here. Trees, mountains, cows and random invitations from Armenians in Gerogia.
Cycling over the 2200m (7217ft) Goderdzi Pass in Georgia. I realised it was going to be difficult when I started pushing my bicycle through a river.
Stay in a hotel for a night and make packed lunches or sleep on a pier and eat like a king?
Cycling from Cappadocia over the (rainy) mountains to the Black Sea.
Did I just cycle to another planet? Oh wait, there are Turkish flags everywhere.
Cycling from the west coast across central Turkey was more difficult than I thought, and very mountainous!
Camping in Salda lake. Have you ever camped in a volcano before?
I arrived to Ayvalik. The boat had capacity for about 150 people but there were maybe only 10 of us on board. Alluding perhaps there aren’t many tourists in Turkey right now…
Yo. I left Scotland with a vague ambition to cycle very far away in 2014, and even though I’ve covered a lot of miles, I still haven’t got very far away at all. But all will change this year when I jump over to the other side of Asia. Here’s a rough idea of where…
Those first few pedal strokes out of the city. The first of many. Not knowing which road to take or where I’ll be sleeping. The gradual evolution of a human on a push bike: my home for months, even years to come. The adaptations of a mind accustomed to alarms and traffic. Of fast breakfasts.…
Meet Tartan, the home-built adventurer of the world… Graeme Obree would be proud Timelapse: Building my bicycle in my old bedroom …using makeshift tools and coffee (and pizza) All in a day’s work. I came across some problems and had to botch a couple of things (there’s a washing machine o-ring helping hold the cranks…
Have you considered that you may be one of the luckiest people on Earth?
Kosovo was a bit of a surprise for me: no tanks, barbed wire fences or military personnel. Just friendly people living an interesting culture.
No people, no shops, nothing. Just rocks, a shoddy road and us. Then the road ends. To get to where it begins again, you have to take a boat for 4 hours and travel 30km up the river.