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
The first bushcamp makes the first victims amongst our kit. The wind blows one of the pads we were using as drybag support, then one of our cooking mugs cracks open. But no sweat, dude, because we are busy with some trail riding for breakfast: the 5 km of slops and rocky patches back to … Read more
Turkey 28 – 30/07 About half-morning on the fourth day since we had climbed aboard, the ship was not alone anymore. The sea appeared to be as changeless as always, but in the early haze of sun, a couple of ships – of which not a glimpse had been given before – littered the horizon. … Read more