[dropcaps color=’#393939′ background_color=” border_color=” type=”]H[/dropcaps]is left index is missing, he has a scar across his eyebrow and his upper teeth are made of gold. But it s not his appearance that is scary, it’s what he says. The road on is closed, he smiles. The svan man waves from behind the wheel of a 4×4, … Read more
Five hairpins ahead of us. Some go up, others go down. Go slow, will you? says John. The road is not the most forgiving, but at least it is dry. This morning we are alone on the mountain. John looks like he’s having a blast. I’m taking it slow. Since we left I can’t help … Read more
A Lada, ages old and so worn out that rust free flows over its bonnet. Three trucks with Istanbul number plates, overloaded with merchandise. A moped – the seat covered in what used to be a sheep’s skin, the handlebars embellished with trinkets – a Chinese vehicle that was made for the countryside. A 4×4, … Read more
We already feel like home in this neighbourhood: we’re friends with the small shops owners, the tailor, the baker, the veggie salesman. But if we don’t want to let the cute felines keep peeing on our bike cover, we need to get going where we set out to go in the first place. Not without … Read more