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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If you don’t feel safe…

by tkos on August 16, 2012

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“There’s not really much about” I mention to Kimmi, as we cycle just a few meters apart through the barren roads of northern Albania. Small towns separated by 40km to 50km of highway make this leg of the journey pretty straightforward and uneventful. The weekend means that cars are few and far between and for [...]

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The Dark World of Charity- 30th Aug, 2011

by tkos on August 16, 2012

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If you had just over £12,000 to give to various charities, how would you choose? You’ve had to work hard for the money. And that money represents your integrity, so you don’t really want to just dump it all on something that sounds good, like World Vision or Save The Children. Then you would never [...]

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Iranian soil in Rome

by tkos on August 15, 2012

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‘Is this where we get our Iranian visa’s from?’ I ask a young Italian female army officer, sporting a lovely M-16 machine gun. I’m standing outside the huge concrete walls of the Iranian embassy with my bike and a map in my hand, after fighting with the traffic and the nightmare of the one way [...]

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Under the great night sky

by tkos on August 15, 2012

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If you were to sleep under the great night sky, is it safer to sleep in a crowded place or somewhere totally deserted? This is almost a daily decision for us. Either way there is a risk. If we are somewhere away from people, there is no chance of receiving any help if the wrong [...]

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The Seychell’s in Italy

by tkos on August 15, 2012

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It’s been just over three years since I have seen my parents. Doesn’t really sound like a statistic of a close family but I don’t think that geography necessarily dictates relationship. Of the last 15 years, I have lived in my parents home town, Melbourne, for four of them. Saying that, I have always considered [...]

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The other side of the tracks

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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The coast line of southern France truly is amazing. From Nice, Canne and Monaco, every destination is something that tickles the imagination. With all the glamour, all the sparkle, it really does feel like the European side of Hollywood, yet somehow it is a little cooler because it is not filled with Mickey Mouse and [...]

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Beach Ball

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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From a great height, we look down on the amazing Italian sea view. The coastal road into Italy seemed to go either one of two ways, either straight up or straight down.  The winding road divided the crashing waves from the steep white cliffs, reaching sea level when going through the beach towns and half [...]

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Wild Monsters

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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Somewhere way back from the road we’d pitched our tent. Nobody would find us here. Far away from cars, far away from tracks, far away from sight. Yes, we were deep in the forest of Northern France, completely absent from human contact and completely in the dark. And that’s when I started to wonder if [...]

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The same but a bit more French

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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French wine has always been a little bit of a mystery. I can never tell what the grape is. That’s kind of my level I suppose. The reason being, nobody tells you from the bottle. It is one of those things I guess you’re just supposed to know. Thats the arrogance of the French that [...]

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The Monaco Raceway

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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On the way to Italy, we decide to pop into Monaco for lunch, as you do. Some people might call it a principality, but Wikipedia and I like to call it a country. The second smallest country in the world, in fact. After crossing the ‘border’, it doesn’t take us long to figure out that [...]

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