Military, puke and parties as we cycle along the Afghan border.
The great thing about hostels now is that they are so empty I’m sometimes the only guest. In this case, I wasn’t: there was a Japanese guy who snored like hell and a really tall Serbian guy…
Cycling through and all over the Alps when I don’t really need to.
One of my worst days cycle touring. Over 150km of unpaved, rocky, boring road continuously beside a motorway. Caution: depressing read.