We're home in the snow!!

Wow what a shock: after months in desert environments with blazing sunshine we arrived in a snow storm on Schiphol! One big chaos because planes and trains didn't go and everyone in Xmas mood with lights and music everywhere. It was a miracle that our bags and bikes arrived, so we didn't have to join the 6-hour queue for lost luggage. But then we had to spend a few hours at the airport drinking beers to wait for a train. Which was great with all the festive atmosphere and stranded travellers. And so much food and drink to choose from! We're definitely not used to the western consumption society anymore. But it's lovely to be home, both in Groningen and in Lundie, enyoying cosy warm houses, beds with duvees, great food and above all: NO CYCLING :-)

Have a lovely X-mas everyone and thanks so much for all your support and messages.

Speak to you next year from our new home in Norway!

Happy New Year,

xxx 

 

The Sudan and the Chinese Road

Dan: Always good to start a day with a poop...but 15 before 11am is a little excessive even by my standards! But the drugs and the I.V. drips seemed to get me sorted and we were on our way...via train to Aswan. I know it's cheating, but 200km in one day when you can barely walk didn't seem like a good plan.
Claire: The train was SO lekker!!!
Dan: Weird, but nice. Westerns aren't meant to travel via normal trains in Egypt...only meant to go on luxury night trains. After a bit of hassle (you can't buy a ticket for 2nd class trains so you just need to get on the train and then buy the ticket when the guy comes) we were off and arrived in Aswan 3 hours later.
Claire: Ferry tickets......sleeping and cycling the last 25 km to the ferry the next morning
Dan: New skinnier improved Dan seemed to do well on the hills to the ferry station :o)
Claire: What an experience this ferry! It's the only border crossing into Sudan and there is only one ferry per week, so everybody gets squeezed onto this little boat. Probably 1500 people on the boat with capacity for only 500 :-) The administrative dance you need to do before you get to the ferry was hilarious. We sort of gave up on understanding what everything was for and just followed the endless stream of people from one check point to the next. Passport checks, scanning the bags and bikes, getting weighed, paying something for the bikes, paying somewhere else for we don't know what but you get a stamp, taking the paper with the stamp to a different desk where you get another sticker, passport check again etc. Our bikes were about the smallest luggage items; we were in between people with fridges on their neck, huge bags of grains and food, televisions, food processors, an old wooden music installation and all sorts of funny things were being shuffed onto the boat. We had to go through the sitting area and the cafeteria with our bikes to find a nice place on the top deck under the life rafts in the shade. We met an Irish couple, Rafael and Emily, who are travelling through Africa. They're working on organic farms and maybe one day will set up their own farm. We spent most of the afternoon and evening sharing stories about both our travels. After a few hours we took off and soon we were lying on the deck in our sleeping bags watching the amazing sky full of stars. Very romantic!
Dan: I thought it was slightly too cold and some of the people talked a little too loud after 9pm...not really cricket.
Claire: Oh shut up
Dan: So we were off! After some faffing at the customs etc we were on the road again heading out into the desert. The days were long and the scenery was just amazing, golden sands and rugged mountains...not at all what we expected. We cycled for 2 days without seeing a village or bearly a soul! Real middle of no where...this is the sort of cycling that we've grown to love. After another couple of days we reached Dongola, the first big town and over 400km from our drop-off point in Wadi Halfa.
Claire: For most of the days we had a proper tail wind (finally) and the road was just finished. The chinese have recently surfaced the whole road from Wadi Halfa to Khartoum, which meant that there was new tarmac all the way. And with not much traffic and the tail wind it was zooming!! It made us think of Tibet a bit, because when we were cycling there in 2007 they were building new roads as well.
We were trying to enjoy the cycling as much as we could, knowing that there were only a few days on the bikes left. Strange to think of going home and how much has happened the past few months. Every morning we wake up in the cold morning air and feel so content. With what we choose to do, taking time for each other and the world, with how the hospitality has overwhelmed us, with a sense of achievement for the 9000 km and most of all with the freedom feeling it has given us. And next to feeling a bit sad that it is almost over we look forward to being home and having a shower and a bed and seeing our family and friends.
Dan: I thought it was ok to be honest :o) Nae it was totally amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Flat roads and illness

Dan: Leaving Cairo was predictably mad, and we seemed more to stumble across the right roads out of the city rather than navigate. We had a late start after picking up our visas for Sudan and saying good bye to Niek and Karin the motor bikers we’d met.

The further out of Cairo you get the more and more poverty of Egypt hits you. If I’d have thought of Egypt before this trip I’d picture friends talking about great diving trips, ancient Egypt sites, posh hotels and the occasional Nile cruise. And I guess these are reality here...but the other side to this reality is starkly different; a country under a 30 year long state of emergency, failing infrastructure and a divided society. ..the poverty here is comparable with India in many ways. People are commonly living in mud huts surrounded by the rubbish and from talking to people many live off $1 a day.

Claire: As we left the suburbs of Cairo we entered the lush green valley of the Nile, with on both sides of the river a thin strip of farmland and behind that the sand-coloured desert hills. It’s incredibly green, with fields of growing vegetables and palm trees in between them. They flood their land with Nile water every night, so it’s very fresh and lush. Great to camp in, but a bit wet! There are loads of villages along the road, as 90% of the population lives in the fertile valley strip, so we had plenty of Fanta and Cay stops every day. The people again are very friendly, inviting us for tea and lots of ‘whats your name’ and ‘how are you?’ everywhere. In one village we sat drinking tea in a local bar while the shisha-smoking men were trying to get the group of 20 giggling kids that surrounded us to leave us alone (we didn’t mind but in many cafes we’ve seen them chase away the kids). Lots of fun and when we cycled off they all waved us goodbye shouting and running with us. These little bits of mentalness are fantastic on a long, hot cycling day and immediately give you new energy. We’ve been cycling 100 km days again (sort of left that regime in Bulgaria when we left the Danube) and that means we need to go for it a bit because it gets dark at 5 pm and between 12 and 2 it’s really too hot to cycle. So there’s not many hours in the day.

We felt free and happy cruising along in our own pace until we hit the umpteenth police check point after 350 km and they suddenly said: ‘wait, tourist police needs to go with you’. After about 10 minutes of arguing we gave up and set off with a car full of bored policemen 10 meters behind us. I don’t think they realised what they had gotten themselves into, because after a few stops of buying water, having Fanta and going for a pee they were getting very impatient and kept asking how long until our destination, shouting ‘jalla jalla’ (let’s go) etc. But of course we were trying to annoy them a bit more coz it is so frustrating to have a noisy car behind you on your nice cycle trip in the fresh air! And every time you enter a village they would let their sirens of very loud so no one dares to speak to you anymore. The first time I went for a pee they stopped the car got out waving their hands and asked ‘what?’. I said ‘pipi, don’t look’ and walked towards the bushes but they went all panicky and shouted no. One guy took me by the arm and walked to the nearest house, where about 10 people were busy in the courtyard, and asked if this lady could use their toilet. When I came out the audience had multiplied and everyone was giggling... The most annoying of all was that every 20 km or so the police convoy would swap with the next one and we would start all over again with trying to explain that we didn’t want noise or shouting jalla and that we really didn’t need police. Bit difficult to communicate when none of the policemen speak English...

Dan: One funny moment though was when we stopped for lunch, again they said no. I got proper annoyed, which seemed to work. It’s an odd thing having an argument with a guy holding a gun and neither of you speak very much of one and others language. Anyway, he didn’t shoot me and we tried to cross the road to get away from them. Fat man number 1 with a small gun stopped us and another in plain clothes said it was dangerous! He was meaning the traffic...I was beginning to lose the plot with these guys and just walked out across the road and promptly got shouted at and almost hit by a passing car. We eventually sat on a fallen date palm, and a dead cat, and ate our lunch with police busily searching the bushes for god only knows what! FANNIES!!!!!

This was the theme for the rest of that day, we tried to piss them off as much possible if they got annoying on the road by turning busy villages. But wild camping was out of the question and we slept in a car scrap yard under police guard or in a police station. All in all we had 3 days under escort (on and off for some reason!)

North of Luxor we’d lost the police, they just said ‘no more police’. Soon after this something a bit odd did happen: we were cycling past a small gathering of man sitting in a square and there was a loud popping noise and then an arm reached up holding an AK47 and fired off a full magazine into the air. We both looked at each other and Claire said ‘That’s not too nice’, we cycled a bit faster! We think it just had to do with some local elections...I guess we were cycling though the area of Egypt where people are properly pissed off with the crap dictatorship (sorry government?).

Claire was also ill for a day in Asyut with food poisoning and now I’ve been ill in Luxor for 3 days with fever and poopin (lots of poopin!!! Had 2 IV fluids bags and a big bag of drugs). Both on the mend and looking forward to the ferry to Sudan on Monday for our last leg of the trip, we’re going to have to take a train to the city of Aswan tomorrow (200km) as we’re out of time due to the illness :o(

Egypt has been great! Very annoying at times but we’ve met some lovely people and the cycling on flat roads through lush green was amazing.

Take care and happy Sinterklaas tomorrow! xx

Welcome to Egypt!!!!!

Dan: Claire is moe (Dutch for tired), cos she got too pissed on free wine on the weird night out we had last night...more later on that. So you're stuck with me! (Claire just read this and says 'I wasn't pissed!')

So how was five star livin' in Aqaba...well great!!! I barely left the room in five days, aircon on cold and the TV on crappy movies all day. Claire loved the beach and read books in the sun...might have already written this before.

Anyway, money doesn't grow on trees and we had to leave the hotel and take the ferry to Egypt and the task of cycling across the Sinai Desert. The ferry was mental busy, but great fun and we were really excited about the coming few days of cycling and the unknown of the desert road ahead. It's the good thing about being so disorganised...we have no idea what's coming. However, this almost ended in a mini-disaster when we tried to take a Sinai 'shortcut' through a mountain road with no water for 2 days cycling...we didn't know there was no water (and had 2 litres between us). Thankfully the jolly nice Egyptian police said the road was closed, so we cycled up the coast road back towards Jordan and Israel instead. A detour, but ok and with lots of water and food.

Once we got up on to the high Sinai plateau it was amazing, but just nothing there! We cycled for 6 more days across the desert to Cairo, sometimes having to carry 9 litres of water each and food for a few days. The sand just gets everywhere and i mean everywhere. It was really hard at times, but well worth it and we both think of those days as one of the true highlights of the trip. On the way we met two super nice Dutch motorcyclists, who are travelling down into Africa (they've got a cool website http://www.polarsteps.com/jambo)

So we finally reached the Suez canal and got chucked on a local truck by the police to cross through the tunnel and cycled into Cairo...which because of the Eid holidays wasn't as mental as we'd feared. That’s until we got to the Downtown area and some little shit kid stabbed me with a stick and then another tried to push me off my bike. The next kid to annoy me is getting an ass kicking!!!! :o)

But for the most part the people in Cairo and Egypt as a whole are amazing, we really like it here. Such a nice change from Jordan. Yeah they still try and over charge you for everything, but it seems ok here...even nice in a way :o)

We've been spending a good bit of time with Niek and Karin (Dutch motorcyclists), which has been cool. Good to spend time with like minded people and swop ideas. We've even got a new trip idea (several years away though).

So, last night...we met Nick and Karen for cake in a Costa coffee and then went to a random Lebanese restaurant for beers. It was a nice quite night, just a few beers, and I'm not drinking as i'm on antibiotics (not had a solid poop since Syria...maybe not a good sign). Anyway, randomly a Finnish motorcyclist who knew Niek and Karin walk by us and said he'd bumped into an american media type in the street with a massive BMW motorbike. Turns out that this american had posted a comment about motor biking in the middle east that the Finnish guy had used to plan his trip. Anyway, the American, a Texan, invited us to a private dinner club. So we said ok… the club was hidden away at the top of a residential building in Garden City, a middle-class area of Cairo where many foreign embassies are (with, not surprisingly, a very heavy security detail). A Sudanese waiter welcomed us into the vast, sumptuous flat decorated in art deco style. It used to belong to Hoda Shaarawi, an Egyptian feminist leader, born in 1879, who wrote poetry in Arabic and French, and was the first Egyptian woman to remove her veil in public, in 1923. It turns out it’s a big meeting place for beautiful crowd in Cairo, particularly media types. To cut this long story short we spent the evening talking to a brain surgeon and some for bigwigs from Al Jazeera and other Arab news thingies and it was all free…well we left without paying…think thats ok though? A very surreal night when you’ve been sleeping in the desert for a week and not washing etc etc.

I’ll shut up now! Think we’ve got our Sudan visa too :o) We can pick it up tomorrow and start cyling along the Nile.

Take care

Dan (and the now sleeping Claire Zzzzzz)
ps new picture too and we saw the pyramids

Hilly Jordan

Claire: cycling in Jordan is more like sightseeing on a bike! It's only small but the last 500 kilometers have taken us almost 10 days. And now we've been in a beach resort on the Red Sea for the last 5 days and I'm loving it! Nice croissants for breakfast, reading an English newspaper on your beach-lounger under the parasol and swimming in the sea to cool off. Oh I almost forgot the white wine on the terrace at night. And the spa with sauna...

Dan: Cycling in Jordan blows goats! Syria is so much nicer :o)
Claire: Oh stop moaning!
Dan: Ok the landscape is amazing, but the whole place feels designed to rip you off...and the hills are very, very big! It’s the first place where the people have started to become annoying and amazingly the universal 'welcome to Jordan' that everyone says is really getting up my nose (as it's usually accompanied by 'that'll be 20 times the price a local would pay...but hey you're white so it's ok for us to cheat you!'). But to be honest it's not that bad, just a little galling when Jordanians pay 1 euro (90p) for entry to Petra and foreigners pay 50 euro (£45!!!!) and it’s really not worth half of that. PISSES ME OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Claire: Petra is an amazing place. It’s a huge city of houses and big buildings carved out in the red/pink rocks, a lot bigger than only the famous Indiana Jones building. You walk through a big gorge and can go exploring in the hills and find cave houses and carved out steps everywhere. But I agree, you don’t want to pay 50 euro for any museum or ruin anywhere in the world. It really is excessive. And the local hotel people are not happy with the government raise in price at all because it might keep people away from Petra.
Dan: Ok no more moaning...
Claire: We also went to see the Dead Sea. A very special valley. It’s 400 m below sea level and very dry and hot (37 degrees C). The road runs along the shore of the salty lake and on the other side there are big cliffs and mountains. You can see Israel on the other side. It’s true that the place is so desolate nothing can live there. Except for millions of flies! They were all over us, especially if you stopped. They luckily disappeared after sunset so we could camp and cook but at 5 am in the morning they were back and sitting on our tent waiting for us to come out.
But we had a lovely float in the sea (you can sit upright in the salty water and read a book!) and a beautiful site to camp.
Dan: From the Dead Sea we planned to cycle back up from -400m to 1200m to the King Hussein Highway and a place called Karak. We set off early at 6am to avoid the heat and quickly cycle the 30km before the climb...but the wind had another idea. We had the strongest head wind ever and the short cycle took 3 hours...not fun! We were soon fixed after a falafel sandwich and we were off at midday for our 1600m climb from the valley of the Dead :o)
Claire: After 1 km I was ready to catch a lift. It was just too hot...almost 40 degree C in the sun.
Dan: Ok, not a good start for the heroic Team Richardson. We sat in the shade for an hour or so hoping the day would cool off and then set off. It was still 37 degrees C and the hill was properly steep. Anyway, the hill got even steeper as the kms passed and then the flies attacked!!! More flies than either of us have ever experienced, you could barely breathe. Things got so bad that I fell off my bike while trying to wave the flies off. I broke... and got a lighter and my deodorant out and started blow torching the flies from the air and the bike. ‘Moo Ha Ha...Kill them all!!!!’
Claire: It was such a ridiculous sight (but so hilarious ) that we flagged down the first chicken-truck and asked for a lift. With our bikes in the back we had a lovely drive for 18 km through the suddenly pretty looking gorge. Up in Karak it was nice and cold and we finished our day cycling in a good mood again.
Dan: We cycled on for a couple of days and 2000m of climbing up and down to a really cool nature reserve called Dana. Beautifully peaceful and no tourons! We did a little hike with Fay and Phil from Zermatt and stayed in the great eco-project Dana guesthouse. We met a really nice English couple Joe and George. Joe fixed my gears and broke them :o) All ended well and he gave me his shifter...thanks again Joe!
Claire: So all in all Jordan is a pretty amazing holiday country, just not on a bike...

Off to Egypt tomorrow on the ferry. Our 14th country and 3rd continent on this trip!!! xx
ps: all the photos are on the flickr site http://www.flickr.com/photos/40131711@N05/

New video of our time in Turkey

Aleppo to Amman (Jordan)

Syria and Jordan have been truly amazing cycling destinations! From Aleppo we cycled southwards

to the Dead Cities. It's an area full of ruins of Roman and Byzantine cities and villages, sometimes whole cities are still there and sometimes a new village has used the ruins as there vegetable garden!They don't know why exactly they were abandoned, which gives the ruins an extra mystical atmosphere. We slept in one of the smaller ruins, in the middle of what once was a nobleman's huge  house. The local kids from the village over ran our campsite...so interested in these weird people on bikes camping in their playground.
We met an english teacher Mona and her family, who took us to their home and it was very interesting to have a proper conversation with a syrian family. The country seemed a lot more free than we expected, there is a mix of people in the streets from unveiled to fully covered faces and everybody is tolerant towards others. Especially to us and all foreigners, a lot of "Welcome to Syria" and "Do you need anything?". When we mentioned Scotland a lot of them said 'good scotch' and some petrol stations had a liquor store, while we thought there would be no alcohol! A lot of women we met were working and spoke more freely to us than in rural Turkey (where they stood behind their husbands and stayed inside all day). And most surprising was that Dan got chatted up by boys in the Aleppo souq! One of them told his friend in english: "he's gorgeous and he's straight, but not for long"! Hilarious!! This is starting to become a running theme...

But when you get the chance to discuss the situation with people you realise that there are a lot of bad things. Phones get tapped and people get imprisoned without trial. Good education is very expensive and only a few lucky ones can go to a good university. Earning a living is difficult and houses are expensive, a lot of people are poor. Many people we spoke to would go to a different country to study/work if they could...things are getting better, it seems? But all that aside, the country feels very peacefull, it's very safe and all the people are very frinedly and super hospitable.

We visited the ruins of Apamea and camped in the middle of it, seeing the sun rise behind those huge columns was very special.

To get to Damascus we had a few hard days through bare dry mountainous desert landscape, but then we had 3 days at Janwillem and Ingrid's wonderful new home. We enjoyed playing with the kids and being spoilt by Ingrid's cooking and did a bit of sightseeing in the city. We'll definitely go back to Syria and Damascus!

It was hard getting back on the bikes, Damascus had been one of our main destinations and a major milestone of our trip. But we soon got back into it and crossed the border to Jordan. We pushed a bit too far...well stopped for fried chicken! and had to cycle in the dark. Turns our there are a lot of massive mansions near the border, which makes for difficults finding a camping spot. Worked out in the end after a stone throwing 10 minutes...at wild dogs.

The countryside is more beautiful than Syria, with rolling hills and olive groves, red mountains and deep gorges (which are crap for cycling out of!). It is more modern and you see more richness around you (Giant Hummer SUVs everywhere). The people are very friendly and hospitable like in Syria, but it doesn't have this strangely peaceful feeling that Syria had.

We visited the ruins of Jerash, a roman colony. A beautiful complex with a big oval square and views of the mountains.

We're in Amman now where we're enjoying the more modern side of the city. So lots of cappucino's and a great dinner last night in a french restaurant to celebrate our 6400 km.

Tomorrow we leave to go float in the Dead Sea, cycle up the mountains to see Petra and camp in Wadi Rum. Jordan is great!

xx 

 

Syria!!! We managed to get in the country, but we can't write anything in the blog box below...

A little nervous we cycled the last 8 kilometers to the Syrian border. We spent the night at Ahmet’s house in Reyhanli and were clean and well fed, so ready for a possible disappointment. After 4 border stops on the Turkish side (passports, customs, and registration number of the bike haha) there is 2 km of no men’s land: a road in the steaming heat with high hills on both sides and outlook posts on top. Then we saw the Syrian flag and the start of the border and we both got a bit quiet. There was a big queue of cars and mini-vans in front of the border and we went in line. And then we saw that the big building on the left said “passports and immigration”. They had a big sign saying: people with visa from the embassy please show it to the officer for a stamp, people without visa please get one at the duty officer. So after some waiting, paying at the bank, walking backwards and forwards with papers with stamps etc we got our Syrian visa and were ready to go! Almost an anti-climax after a month of worrying if we could get in J.

We’re in Aleppo now and the first impressions of Syria are wonderful. The people are as friendly and hospitable as in Turkey (we had many cay and coffee stops on our first 50 km of cycling), they have amazing coffee machines everywhere and the landscape has a very different feel about it with deep red earth. Aleppo is full of little alleyways with beautiful old houses with courtyards (we’re staying in one of them), churches and mosques and you can see the citadel high on a hill.

We’ve not written much about our last 10 days in Turkey though. So we’re sure you’re wondering about the pervert? They weren’t the nice American couple that we met when we were about to have lunch in a field...but some weirdo and his wife who stopped us at the roadside. He was really overly friendly and insisted that we take his photo, in Turkish. You could just tell he was up to something, so we politely gestured that we must go! After trying to stop us a few times we eventually stopped, we thought they were just really eager to practice their English. Anyway, within seconds of stopping the guy pointed at Claire and me, then him and his wife and said ‘sex party?’. We were in shock! Did he just say sexparty??? He did! Now who in their right mind would want to have sex with two cyclists who obviously hadn’t washed for days? We politely declined, as Claire didn’t like his teeth and she had bad shoes :o). That’s a joke....We weren’t really very polite and they seemed to get the message!

Anyway, the cycling from Aksaray to Adana was totally amazing, some of the best we’ve had. We cycled through the valley of Ihlara (Cappadocia) with its ancient rock churches and dwellings in a beautiful gorge. We had a bath in a thermal spring and met so many nice people!!! The route we took went straight though the mountains and we had such cold nights with frost on the tent. One night we even slept in our down jackets! We crossed 2 passes over 1700m and were chased by dogs a few times...all exciting stuff :o)

Have a look at the photo link above to follow the days or click this http://www.flickr.com/photos/40131711@N05/

Take care

Claire and Dan

x

Mini blog...We're in Adana, Southern Turkey

Uttcha, its been good! We've cycled though some amazing landscapes, met some lovely people and a pervent on scooter (with his wife!); crossed a large set of mountains with several passes up to 1800m, even had frost on our tent one night and been chased by huge dogs!

But these stories will have until our next rest day; which, fingers crossed, will be in Syria! We're going to cycle to the border and see if we can get visa there.

Take care
Dan and Claire
xx

ps we're in a lovely hotel...so have been enjoying it too much to sit down and write lots :O)

pps. Didn't leave the hotel, it was raining!

In the newspaper!!

A quick note to let you know that we are in the Press and Journal (scottisch newspaper) today!!
http://www.pressandjournal.co.uk/Article.aspx/1945260

They shortened our story a bit, this is what we wanted to say about the overwhelming kindness:
"so much has happened over the journey from Scotland to central Turkey that it’s hard to pinpoint a few notable highlights...there’s just so many. But the most overwhelming feeling is humbleness at the kindness and hospitality of others towards us. There is a saying in this part of the world “If you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart” and the people we’ve met on this journey truly know how to give of their heart. There is hardly a day that goes by without someone either offering a simple tea or as much as a full meal or even a bed for the night. The kindness of humanity really never ceases to amaze us; you just have to open yourself up to it. We’re fairly vulnerable on bikes, camping in farmers fields or on some desert plain or hiding from the blistering sun. People see this vulnerability and offer to help you. This human kindness and openness to strangers really increases the further east we travel, also we think it’s a change in us too. We’re becoming even more open towards others and much more inclined to always say ‘yes!"

We also put all the photo's of the last weeks on Flickr so have a look:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/40131711@N05/

On to Syria now.
Love C&D

WOWZZZERS!!!!!

So the 'couple of kebab eating fannies' are on the road again and what an amazing week or so it's been. The country and especially the people are so so cool :o)
So many good things have been happening to us that we can't sum them all up here on the blog. But here's our top few experiences since leaving Istanbul (in chronological order):
- Took the ferry from the centre of Istanbul across the Bosphorus to Yalova...slight cheat! But we didn't fancy cycling on 4 lane highways again, as we did on the way in. Dan had a bit of a gear issue so we stopped at a local motorbike repair shop. Such friendly peeps, fixed the bike for free and gave us tea (Cay). Not a bad start to the day.
- At the end of that day we were cycling along a big lake searching for a place to camp. We spotted a little lane leading down to the water where some farmers were working in the fields. We asked if it was ok to camp there and they gestured 'yes'. We made them tea and gave some cookies...they said we could pick our own peppers from the field. It really is the little things that make you happy :o)
-Cycled through the garden of turkey as we called it, cos there was fruit everywhere! Dan asked to take a picture of a whole family in one apple tree. They shouted 'Aufwiedersehn!!! Aufwiedersehn!!!!' a 100 times and then one came running over and tried to give us a bucket of apples. We took two and tried to explain that we didn't have room on the bikes for the bucket....he seemed to think we were weird.
-Fed a little puppy a tin of tuna...she followed us up the hill for ages.
-Cycled up some huge hill in the wind until sundown looking for a place to camp. We pushed the bikes over a ploughed field and ended up finding the most beautiful little spot under a tree with a view over the whole valley that we'd climbed up from. The early morning view was totally breathtaking.
-Had free Cay in a petrol station and grapes. Plus really nice chats...they thought we were a right pair of mentals for cycling from Scotland. (This seems to be common at the moment...free Cay and the mental bit)
-Had a big day of cycling onto the central Turkish plateau bit (looks a bit like Tibet...without the big hills, the monasteries, the yaks and prayer flags etc). Anyway, the whole day was cycle cycle cycle with not many free Cay stops along the way :o(. At 6pm we found a truck restaurant and had a lovely truckers meal. We asked the owers, the Dad and two sons, if we could camp near by and they said we could sleep in the restaurant...so we did. Very odd, but nice, they would keep coming over to check on us as we slept in the corner...putting more covers on us etc And the 15 year old boy said that Dan was very very handsome...I didn't quite know what to say! I thought 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!!!' Really really nice people though :o)
- Dan gets chased by a herd of hungry turkeys...meh meh meh meh!!!!
- Watched a shepherd and his animals cross the road. Got barked at by the biggest dogs in the world.
- There were no shops on the way, but Claire was asking directions from an old man who stopped to talk to us. She asked about a shop for bread and he walked to his car and came back with free bread. We got free tomatoes and grapes that day too.
- Camped by a little village and were passed by a tortoise...weird :o)
- Spent an hour getting through a little village because everyone wanted to talk to us and offer us tea, coke, cookies, water, poopin role etc. Really nice.
- Another village, more free Cay, ice cream and coke. And chats in German and Danish...neither of us speak Danish???
- Passed a massive building site in the middle of totally no where, they were building a high speed rail line. Anyway, got invited into the site camp for Cay and the offered us Turkish builder lunch, stuffed peppers, soup and bread. We were begining to get overwhelmed with the amazing hospitality...LEKKER :o)
-That night we were standing on the outskirts of a tiny village thinking about where to camp. A pick up pulled up and we had a sign language chat about camping, they gestured for us to stay with them. So we did! We almost got adopted by the family and we are now called Fatima and Mustafa. Just the best food and the nicest people imaginable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So to sum up we feel like the king and queen cycling through the countryside waving and shouting 'Marhaba' to everyone (hello). So wowzzzzzzzzers its GREAT!!!

Lots of love Dan and Claire
xxx
ps Dan almost got savaged by a dog after he cycle by it and said 'hello'. A good kick to the heed sorted it oot.
pps. We're moving to Norway in January!!!

A city of 1001 nights

We wake up to the call of prayer early in the morning, sleep on a bit and have breakfast on the roof with views of the Marmaris Sea (Dan doesn't wake up at all...ear plugs!!). Our week in Istanbul has been magical.
You can wonder around the streets for ages and discover new neighbourhoods around every corner. Because there is so much water around (the sea, the Bosphorus and the Golden Horn inlet) you don't feel very crowded amongst the 17 million people (more than the inhabitants of the Netherlands!!).
We treated ourselves to a very luxurious hotel the first nights, right next to the Blue Mosque in a cosy street with trees and little pussycats. It was great!
We moved to a more normal hotel after that, still with rooftop terrace coz almost every hotel has that here :-)
The Hagia Sophia is beautiful, a huge dom filled with light and wonderful mosaics. It's a museum now, so somehow lost its spiritual feeling a bit. But the building is very impressive and the combination of christian mosaics and islamic signs makes it very special.
Our bikes had a service in Bike&Outdoor (http://www.bikeandoutdoor.com/), a very friendly bikeshop and great service!!!! and we shopped around for a 'Fatima' outfit for Claire (better to cover up a bit from now on because the cycling shorts attracted too much tooting)and some white linnen trousers to cycle in for Dan.
We enjoyed having cay (strong tea in these little turkish glasses) on all the corner shops with little wooden stools and watching the world go by. There is so much life on the streets!
We met up with Josh for a day (the orange cyclist), wondered through Taksim while Dan and Josh had lively photography discussions :-)
Also met James one of the other cyclists we met on the road...we had too may beers and Dan lost his Oakley sunglasses and then fell off his bike onto a wet, muddy street. Very funny with hindsight, well the falling bit is. OH my Oakley's how i loved them :o( :o(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All in all a great break and we are ready to go on the road again. We're taking the ferry to Yalova this afternoon and then start cycling through massive Turkey.
We didn't get our Syria visa...to cut a long story short: Dan and Claire walk into Syrian consulate and say 'we would like to apply for a visa please', Syrian woman says 'impossible', Claire and Dan leave and get a Kebab....we eat a lot of kebabs...well thats all there is to eat!

Here are the pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/40131711@N05/

Hoping we can get into Syria...
xxx

Our first video

Here's our first video, it covers one 24 period from our 4th sucessive day in the Bulgarian hills, passing the 4000km mark and entering into Turkey...we were in need of a rest :o)

We can't vue it, as all video seems to be banned in Turkey. Would be good to know if others can see it? Ta

You can also view it here (diff works!): http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=597054682&v=wall&ref=notif#!/video/video.php?v=436280084682&ref=mf

Hope you liked it!!

Hospitality, Hills and Headwind

From Belgrade to Bulgaria it has been a series of random adventures! On the first day we left Belgrade we were looking for a place to camp on the river when 2 guys in a car said "follow us". Alexander and Zoran were going fishing and offered us a beer and we could stay in the garden of Alexander's weekend hut. A great wooden cabin on the Danube. We enjoyed cooking in the kitchen, getting water from the pump next door sitting on the porch with our spaghetti meal. They went out until midnight (we were in bed by then) and caught the biggest catfish ever. The morning started with a shot of rakija (kills the bacteria according to Alexander!), so we knew it wasn't going to be a big cycling day. They were going fishing again and made us promise to wait for the family to have fish soup for lunch together. So we enjoyed laying in the sun and reading for the morning and by noon Zoran's wife, her parents and Alexander's son arrived. We chatted, drank beer, chatted some more, the fishermen came back with more fish and they started preparing the food. By 5 pm we were starving and finally this huge pan of fantastic paprika spicy fish soup came on the table. Afterwards big chunks of catfish fried in cornflower and tomato salad. It was definitely worth the waiting and such hospitality! We were waved goodbye at 7 pm for a short cycle to the next ferry port where we stayed in a small hostel.
Almost forgot, before we met the fihing guys we had lunch in a park and noticed the tiniest little kitten, sitting under a tree not moving. Dan went over to it and it moved a litttle, he gave the kitten a can of tuna and some water. We were going to leave, but the little thing dragged itself over to sit under Cliare. Its back legs would hardly work...Dan picked her up and put her in his panier bag. After a lot of talking we finally conviced some locals to take her in and hopefully look after her. We felt really aweful for the little one, guess we saved her from the dogs in the park that the locals said usually kill the cats :o(
The next day we cycled on the southern side of the Danube again and after lunch we met 3 other cyclists: Josh from the UK and Sybille and Michael from Germany with their 2 dogs!  A massive Rhodesian ridgeback in a trailer! We cycled together for a bit and camped in a sailing club. The next morning it was so windy that the sailing regatta couldn't start. We stayed for a bit and left around lunch time, they others were staying for another day because the camping place was nice.
The views got more beautiful by the minute as we were approaching the narrowest part of the Danube: the Iron Gate. A beautiful gorge with high cliffs on both sides and fast flowing water, the border between Serbia and Rumania for quite some kilometers. During Ceaucescu's regime many people tried to cross it to get into Serbia and died.
At the end of the day we entered into Rumania (looking a bit grim with lots of concrete) and cycled into the first town. At the fountain we met Ion and he said "follow me" again... He and his wife Fani invited us into their house for the night! It was so incredible how they helped 2 complete strangers and gave us food, a shower and a bed, very very friendly. We should do that more often at home we thought.
After another day of hard cycling on hills with mental headwinds in Romania we had a rest day in Calafat. A very uncosy border town with not much to do, not much food but at least a communist-era hotel with showers and internet :-)
We took a ferry to Bulgaria and have been cycling there for the last 3 days. We're enjoying the food (yoghurt, salads and grilled meat yummie), the countryside (lots of hills :-() and the people are very friendly. Not as mad hospitable as in Serbia where everyone wanted you to stay with them, but they mind theur own business and are friendly when you talk to them. Or try to talk to them because the language is cyrillic based again (they invented it!) and in the rural areas not many people speak german or english.
We said goodbye to the Danube after about a month and are finding our way through the mountains straight towards Turkey.
The weather has been quite cold for here, 21 degrees, so we're happy with that!
All for now, next big stop will be Turkey in hopefully a week.
bye xx

Vienna to Belgrade: Eastern pleasure xxx

Hey, it’s been a while since our last post...and what a two weeks! Vienna was really cool, but it was really nice to get on the road again. The first day we cycled into Slovakia and its capital city Bratislava. We didn’t stop the night, sort of wish we had, but we were so excited about heading into eastern Europe that we cruised onward and along what appeared to be the Bratislava cool and beautiful people hotspot. A 15km strip of the most perfect tarmac with 100’s bikini clad girls on rollerblades and tanned guys on cool road bikes. It was some sight!!! Eastern Europe was looking good!

That same day we crossed the Hungarian border too and found a nice campsite. The next day we cycled on towards Budapest, had a really nice chat with some HUGE Hungarian guys, one of them turned out to be a former European Judo champion. We felt really happy to be getting into a bit of the unknown :o)

It has felt more like travelling since we entered Hungary, with first of all a language that is UN-understandable, different money, old Trabants and Lada’s everywhere and very friendly people. Our second day in Hungary was beautiful and we camped with Laszlo (campsite owner) who made very spicy goulash soup in a big iron pot above a wood fire for us. And gave us a free bottle of wine and some bread in the morning. The next day was about getting to Budapest and it was a very hot long journey, we arrived in the suburbs at 9 pm and it took us another 2 hours to find the centre and a hotel. Along the way it got dodgier by the minute (Dan had his pepper spray ready), at some point we heard gypsy music on the river banks and saw some people roasting a rat in a barrel campfire! But we made it and had 2 days off in Budapest. They have lots of old thermal baths and we spent a great afternoon watching the locals in a sort of old palace in a park with tens of different temperature baths. From icy cold 12 degrees to 40 degrees and 100 degrees in the funniest sauna we’ve ever seen. It was like a big barn in the bottom of the building with thirty people sweating away.

After the good rest we set off towards Belgrade in Serbia, on the first day we were sitting having lunch and saw another cyclist go by with tonnes of kit and big hair. After about an hour of cycling against the strong wind we caught up with him. Claire cycled behind him for about 15 minutes without saying anything, using him as a wind shield, a cunning plan! Eventually she said hello, making him jump. We stopped and we made some coffee for us all. We agreed to cycle on together to Belgrade. That night we stayed in a campsite with millions of frogs!

The next day we cycled 20 km in the wrong direction. This was a bit annoying at the time, but ended up being so cool. We wild camped in the most beautiful spot imaginable, next to the Danube. A few locals were fishing as the sun went down. Have a look at the pictures!

Soon we entered Croatia, our first proper passport stamps. On the second day in Croatia we entered a town called Vukovar. I said ‘look: all the houses are covered in bullet holes!!!’ Claire and Arnaud told me to shut up and stop imagining things, we’d seen a sign warning of land mines at the side of the road. So I’d been in a ‘we’re entering a former warzone area’ mode. Anyway, we cycled on and more and more houses had holes all over them and then we came across an old Russian tank and a totally blown out house covered in big ass holes. ‘HA! Told you so!!!!’ Childish be true :o)

After a bit of research we found out that Vukovar was a strategic Danube port and had been under siege for several months in 1991 and was almost totally laid to waste. Really weird feeling cycling further into the town and seeing so much destruction and knowing that so many people died there. But also really interesting to see how people still carry on with their lives and rebuild after losing so so much. That night we entered Serbia, really looking forward to seeing the country, but feeling funny after seeing all the destruction on the other side of the river. We camped on a river beach and washed ourselves in the Danube...seemed a good idea at the time, but turned out to be some local disco beach until 5am!!! Got a bit scary with 4 really drunk guys waking us up. All turned out ok, except for the loss of a couple of t-shirts. A good, but cheap, lesson to take more care of our things in Serbia (we were warned before but guess we needed to find out for ourselves..).

So we didn’t get off to a good start in Serbia, but things just got better and better! It’s a really cool country and the people are very friendly and welcoming...but very different too. After our 5th consecutive day of 100km plus we arrived in Belgrade and contacted Michaelo (the Serbian guy that we met in McDonalds in Linz, a few weeks earlier). He’d offered us the use of an empty run down flat in the centre, which he plans to renovate later. Turns out he’d invited a few others too! So there are six of use crammed into the tiny flat, very cosy and very kind of Michaelo to give us all free accommodation.

We’ve been having a great time here in Belgrade relaxing and just enjoying ourselves, Claire has a really bad back at the moment...so the rest is needed! It’s one of those cities that it’s nice just to sit in a café and watch the world go by. The city itself is a mix of beautiful old architecture and really ugly Soviet Communist buildings. Michaelo is a wonderful host too and has shown us lots of the sites and tells us which cafes are good. The food is yummy with lots of fresh fruits, yoghurt and lots of bbq-ed meat.

On a more hedonistic note: Our second night here we all went to a crazy beer festival and drank and danced until 5am. Really good fun and remarkably good for Claire’s back! James and I, one of the other cyclists, decided to go and explore further into the crowd in front of the band stage. By crowd I mean 200,000 crazy drunk Serbs! Right at the front there were a group of massive guys mock fighting or something i.e. charging into each other and knocking themselves to the ground, but all in a friendly slightly overly manly way (most were smiling). All had their tops off and some had masks covering their faces, turns out they were Red Star Belgrade Football hooligans. Anyway, James and I watched on with interest at a safe distance...but I guess our interest grew too much and James gave me a funny look and I said ‘F*ck it!’ We both charged in at the biggest of the monsters knocking him back and then proceeded to bounce around for a few more minutes. Eventually we retired from the melee and congratulated ourselves and talked about which one we should run at next. Two minutes later I was laying in the dirt with a sore knee after five of them ran straight at us and bolt me over (somehow missing James), very kindly they picked me up :o) We left and went to find the others...with me limping and ego’s bruised. Good fun though!

We're off now heading further east towards Istambul, should take us a few more weeks
xxx

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