Military, puke and parties as we cycle along the Afghan border.
Cycling up to the Anzob tunnel in Tajikistan, also fondly known as the Tunnel of Death.
We enter Tajikistan and into a living lesson on kindness.
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.
Camping in Salda lake. Have you ever camped in a volcano before?
Have you considered that you may be one of the luckiest people on Earth?
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…