Europe

Enjoy a small collection of short stories from Europe. Cycling from London, through the vineyards of France, the coast of Italy and to the other side of the world that is Eastern Europe, below is a collection of tales about discovering it all with a bicycle and your best friend (usually).

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You gotta have faith…

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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I believe in religion about as much as I believe in Star Wars. There’s a lot of special effects and an interesting story line but some people take it way too seriously. But I believe that everybody has a right to believe in whatever they want to believe in. Be it talking snakes & forbidden [...]

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The Gun Man

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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The highway was long, relatively empty and nursed strolling hills. A few driveways dotted along the road, with houses set back some distance behind high fences. In between these randomly allotted homes seemed to be largely enclosed and private farmland. As empty as this stretch was, there did not seem to be any public land. [...]

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The Gun Man part II

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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It was at this point that the man, grinning mischievously, reaches into the back pocket of his dirty jeans and pulls out a gun. Not a hunting gun in which to shoot animals for sport, but a revolver. A hand gun. A gun that he had in his pocket from the moment he saw us [...]

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The dogs of ‘Dogbiscuit’

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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‘We only need to buy one ‘dog dazer’!’ Kimmi says. ‘OK, who gets to carry it?’ ‘Good point, let’s get one each.’ We hadn’t carried out an enormous deal of research for this trip, but there is one thing that kept popping up if we Googled ‘cycling’ and ‘Turkey’ and that was getting chased by [...]

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Night riding

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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“How far away is Corlu?” I asked the three local elders, sitting in a small town outdoor cafe, some 100km into Turkey from the Greek border. They all looked at each other with an expression of confusion and took another sip of their nations coffee. “Um… Corlu? How far away is it?” this time with [...]

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The Value of Money

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but there are a lot of people that are questioning whether this is just a holiday for you guys”. The sound of Kieran’s well intentioned but painful message still stung, despite three weeks passing. It’s true that we’ve had a great time. It’s true that [...]

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Surfing Couches

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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Over the last 85 nights we have slept in many different surroundings, from beaches to forests, parks to olive groves, cheap hotels to chateau’s. Some more memorable than others due to their exotic beauty but all amazing in their simplicity and variation. But something is missing. Something that every single one of those places lacked. [...]

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The Soap Project

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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“What do you mean you’re not allowed to go to school?” Elizabeth Gowing asks Geelane, a seven year old girl from Fusche-Kosove, Kosovo. It appears that if you do not register for school by the time you are seven, then you are not allowed to go. Ever. I would think that’s going to be a [...]

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Fusche Kosove

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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How do you prepare yourself for visiting a community living in extreme poverty? Like you, I’ve seen all the commercials on TV for Oxfam and the like, with all the dying children and the sad music playing in the background. But those 30 second random allotments, between the mindless, mediocre at best, canned laughter filled [...]

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Cow Jam

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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“I want to buy a cow!” Kimmi screams with excitement. Her eyes wide with exhilaration and animation. Her grin stretching from ear to ear. Oh dear. I think we might be in the market for a cow. We find ourselves in the living room of Drittero and Linda, drinking coffee around the table, in their [...]

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