Buchara – Samarkand – Dushanbe – Khaleikum – Khorog – Murgab – SariTasch – Osh From Samarkand to Dushanbe After one week of rest in Bukhara I am on my way to Samarkand. In three days I cycled 300 km. I spent one night with a family that had me sleep with the granny in…
Teheran – Sari – Mashhad – Turkmenabat – Buchara The last days in Iran, Nazi, Saied and I fought our way through the city to the coach station. We were lucky, our bus was leaving for Sary, North Thereran, in 15 minutes. The next night we stayed with a friend who works as a synchronous…
Dubai – Bandar – Abbas – Yazd – Teheran Here in Teheran it feels almost chilly, it is very pleasant. There’s even rain now and then. Flowers are in bloom and the sweet smell of roses sometimes overpowers the exhaust smell – but only sometimes. I have found accommodation with Nazi and Saied who live…
Bandar Abbas – Sharjah – Oman – Sharjah Finally, in Sharjah I placed my winter cloths in temporary storage and was quickly on my way with (what seemed to be) very light bike bags. I spent my first night in a Ladies Park, still in VAE, where I met a Philippino woman. She sat down…
Tatvan – Dogubayazit – Täbris – Isfahan – Bandar Abbas Struggle and exertion in Turkey Still 300 km to the Iranian border. I was warned that in the eastern part of Turkey I might possibly encounter packs of dogs, stone-throwing children and/or disagreeable individuals. Leaving Tatvan, I mounted my beloved Charlotte with mixed feeling…..(Scroll down…
Minden – Düsseldorf – Istanbul – Göreme – Kayseri – Tatvan Winter break is over and I am on my way again. On Friday, February 13th, I flew back to Istanbul – with mixed feelings. During these nine weeks in Germany my trip seemed to move further and further into the distance. I had to…
I was on my way to the Greek-Bulgarian border and hardly noticed the rain pelting down on me as I was very much looking forward to arriving in Turkey. After cycling 34 km I reached the EU external frontiers protected with barbed wire and guarded by soldiers. …(Scroll down for more) Ich machte mich auf…
This blog entry is from Edirne, a town in Turkey near the Turkish-Greek-Bulgarian border. A town rich in city life with its colourful lights, hustle and bustle of people everywhere and delicious smells of tasty food.…..(Sroll down for more) Diesen Blogeintrag schreibe ich aus Edirne, einer Stadt in der Türkei, nahe an der Türkisch- griechisch-Bulgarischen…
Three days I spent with Ana and Janosch and waited out a long lasting storm. Finally the sun popped out and it was time for me to say farewell. Passing the Cimitirul Vesel (Happy Cemetery) I was on my way to Sighetu Marmatiei close to the Ukrainian border….(Sroll down for more) Nach einem dreitägigen…
„Farza“ is Hungarian and means „closed“ and that is exactly the impression I had of Hungary, at least of that part of the country through which I biked. The small villages all looked the same to me, they merely differed in names. Nights I either slept in a hoteI or I camped out…..(Scroll down for…
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