About non-aggressive bus drivers, a business man in Flip Flops, excitement-pee, sunscreen and a party marathon for grown-ups. Wednesday, 20th of June 2012 Welcome – car driver’s style Tbilisi (Tiflis) was not the first capital to enter by bike. Bratislava was easy though the Danube Cycling path was not leading […]
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About a giant strawberry-basket, the long awaited tunnel, seeking for shadow in the burning sun and why we should better learn Russian soon. Monday, 18th of June 2012 Georgian summer is hot, really hot. Good thing: Roberto can wash his shirt in the river and it dries in less than […]
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About having bugs and flies for breakfast, talking with hands and noises, a cow-protection shield, the subculture of touring cyclists, and a lot of wind. Friday, 15th of June 2012 Even though we camped in the shadow the temperature inside the tent raised so quickly that we fled outside before […]
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About some difficulties leaving beautiful Batumi, no difficulties at all finding a nice place to camp and feeling safe thanks to various street cow gangs. Wednesday, 13th of June 2012 We wanted to leave the beautiful town of Batumi on a sunny Tuesday. But Roberto decided to treat me like […]
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From Pazar we left very early in the morning. We pedaled only a couple of kilometers and we were already in the border. We crossed the immigration police in Turkey with no problem. When we were at the side of Georgia, the first thing that caught our attention was the […]
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The road to Rize was flat and we cycled through tea fields. It was harvest season and we saw many people working in the fields. After one rainy night in the tent behind a gas station we made our way to Rize. We stopped for a breakfast break and ran […]
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As usual we stayed in Trabzon far longer than expected. How can we not stay longer than expected if we are hosted by great people in Turkey. In this case it was Cihad, a 25 year old college student finalizing
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Hopa, Turquía Mayo 2012 Hoy fue nuestro último día en Turquía. Acampamos a 10 km de la frontera con Georgia. El día no pudo haber sido mejor. Tres muchachos que vimos en la carretera, tenían un problema con una de sus bicicletas. Al notar nos orillamos y les asistimos. Tanto […]
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