The places where we have cycled.
When we arrive in Xi’an Elmar isn’t feeling very well, he has a fever and the usual stomach problems. I know it’s not right, but seeing all these Western fastfood restaurants… we can’t help ourselves after eating that Stan food for two months!
Dust in my ears.
Dust in my nose.
Dust in my eyes.
We drink water out of a dust covered water bottle.
Dust on our chain.
Dust on our clothes.
It’s nine o’clock in the evening. We are sitting on a bench near the river, the sun has set and the sky is pitch black with millions of stars. We pull the blanket a bit tighter around us. Svetlana and her two daughters join us, to check if ‘it’s’ already visible. We have absolutely no clue what we are supposed to see, but it must be special. A few minutes later the girls start to jump up and down and point towards an opening between two rocks. A bright star shines exactly in the opening. Aha! Time to hit the sack and get warm!
This is our first time ever in Central Asia, our first time ever cycling in a (former) Russian country and arriving at the airport and being dropped right in the middle of a new culture is always a bit overwhelming.
Beautiful colors, amazing mountains and fantastic offroad tracks; that’s cycling in Morocco! Watch the video now!
Welcome to Morocco; sweets, pens, money.. anything! But, the nature is beautiful, the people are very friendly and the food is great! The offroad tracks through the Atlas Mountains are a great way to cycle through this country.
Alaska; green and barren. Endless roads, sometimes unpaved, sometimes paved. A bear lurking around somewhere… camping in a tent. Mosquitos.. and yet, we are having a great time! Glaciers, lakes, white mountain tops. Alaska is wild, Alaska is the last frontier.
Let’s do something different! Let’s go hiking in Norway! Ok, it’s still early in the season, but why not? So, bicycle junkies become hiking junkies! Watch the movie now.
With a soft push I open the old, wooden door. For a short moment the conversations are silenced and about twenty pairs of eyes are staring at me. I nod with a smile and behind me the door closes. In the small, but overcrowded restaurant is barely enough space for two, but I find us a seat in the corner.
Jeezzz, this is too much! It hurts.. I’m nackered. I lift myself up from the saddle and use my own weight to push the pedals round. With a last effort I manage to keep the cranks turning and I crawl further up into thin air. I can see the pass.., I saw it this morning for that matter! It’s still 20 painful kilometers away from me. In the distance; the Tachlang La with no less than 5331 meter one of the highest motorable passes in the world. It would be so much easier to just turn around and quit, but I just won’t…