If Carlsberg made adventure cycling tours

With the heat increasing and Bulgaria being the most hilly country yet I have cycled through I have often found my mind drifting into fantasies, something which I can not control. I get lost in these fantasies hoping that every corner I turn they might come true. Here’s an example of one. I’m cycling down a long and distant road that has no end, the sun is melting the road and I’m dripping with sweat. As I move slowly down the road I see something, a building a some kind. Hopefully it will be a shop which I could fill my water bottles in. “Hello Mr Hughes we have been expecting you.” “Your room is ready.” “What room?” I ask “Your special room that we have arranged for you, please make yourself comfortable your food is nearly ready.” “Food?” “Yes sir, for starters you will be having 2 roast dinners, for the main course you will be having 4 roast dinners and for desert you will be having 4 cheesecakes, all free of course. Please rest your legs in your jacuzzi while the chef finishes up.” As I enter the jacuzzi a projector comes out of the wall and a huge screen follows and starts playing George Carlin live. “Ahh your food is ready, please relax you can eat it in the jacuzzi.” “We have also spoken to the governments of the countries you plan to vist and have worked out a system in which we can make the rest of the trip flat for you without losing any of the scenery. A team a highly trained individuals are working around the...

Cycling Iran – So misunderstood

Cycling Iran Since the start of this trip I was looking forward to Iran the most due to amazing reports from previous travellers here. I have to be honest though because I had such high expectations from this country I think it hindered my experience somewhat. It has been the countries I knew nothing about that gave me the most surprise and the most enjoyment. I loved my time in Iran don’t get me wrong but I couldn’t help feeling that because it is a country that is tainted with a certain image that positive stories are somewhat inflated to compensate for that image. Just my honest opinion. I started to realise the extent of this image the closer I got towards Iran. Turkish people would tell me I would get my hands cut off, or my personal favourite that I would get circumcised. I got warnings from back home telling me to be careful in Iran. I have had no other warnings for any other country on this trip. I found it funny that I was getting warnings in a place I felt completely safe while watching the riots happen in my own country. The people of Iran are amazing, I felt like a king while in their country and have never experienced such hospitality. Arriving late into the city of Tabriz I wondered around trying to find a park I could camp in. I was told of a few parks that camping was allowed. Finally I found the park and was quickly kicked out by the security guy, I’m still not sure why. After being directed to...

Favourite memories from cycling across the world

It’s approaching one year since I left my home to cycle across the world. With many ups and downs along the way without a doubt my fondest memories of my trip will be the people. The people made my trip what is was, a life changing experience. I owe them so much and will never forget those that took in a dirty, hungry cyclist and gave me a place to sleep for the night and fed me. The world is not dangerous, it has its problems of course but from my experiences people are friendly and want to help you if you need it. Here are some of my favourite memories from the trip. The Turkish man who threw my shoes off a cliff. Like your favourite jeans that are falling apart and not wanting to throw them away, my cycling through Europe wore down my trainers. I didn’t want to throw them away, I used duct tape to fix the holes and it was working pretty well. Cycling into a petrol station I was greeted with the usual friendless that I had experienced in Turkey. Everyone gathered outside and looked at my bike asking me questions to which I could not respond. Then a Turkish mans eyes were fixed on my shoes. He suddenly got up ripped my shoes off my feet and walked to the edge of the cliff and threw them off. Speechless. Totally speechless, I now had no shoes to cycle in, no shoes to walk in nothing. Looking pleased with what he had done he gestured ‘no good’. They might have been no good...