Salām! We finally made it to Iran after ten months of travelling. We were so happy to have made it and the first week in the country was amazing. Only to come to an abrupt end a few days later. We had an encounter with the secret police and the scary experience made us decide to leave Iran. We spent only ten days in Iran and saw the ugly face of it way too quickly.
Well, Georgia turned out a bit different than we had expected and it ended up being not a very positive experience. In the end, we did have a few nice days of cycling and went to some beautiful places, but overall we didn't enjoy our time so much.
Here's part two of our time in Turkey. From Ankara, we cycled southeast towards Turkish Kurdistan, until we realised we had to change our plans of going to Iran through Iraqi Kurdistan. We took another bus and eventually finished off Turkey in the northeast, before reaching the Black Sea and crossing the border to Georgia.
Merhaba arkadaşlarım! Since our last update, we cycled from Istanbul to the Mediterranean Sea, followed the coastline for a while, took a bus to Ankara and then cycled through Central Anatolia to reach the summit of Mount Nemrut, before arriving in Mesopotamia by crossing the famous Eufrat.
It has been four weeks since we left Thessaloniki. Since then, many things have happened. Mainly because we changed countries, from Greece to Turkey or, more correctly, Türkiye. The hospitality and generosity since then have been crazy, and it’s getting more intense by the day. There are so many stories to tell, more than I could write down, but here are a few of them.
Last week we started the second part of our trip as we handed over the keys of the camper van to my parents and we left Athens on our bicycles. Next significant stop: Istanbul (or, Konstantinopouli for the Greeks).
Parked just next to the border of Serbia, but still in Romania, it is time to reflect on our three-week stay here. I had been in Romania before and was looking forward a lot to exploring a bit more. Although, I can say that I still don't like (most of) the dogs here.
This is Walter. Our camper van. Our home for the next couple of months, mostly.
Just before Christmas, it was time to leave the family and start cycling again. Back to the camper, albeit with a big detour to Copenhagen. It had been quite comfortable there. Luckily it took only about 400 metres before adventure kicked in again. I found out my chain had cracks all over, and was about to break. Plus, it started snowing!