Turkey

Turkey is where the adventure really begins. From finding ourselves trapped in a random roadside manor with an armed host, to facing mountain cycle climbs of up to 2,500 metres above sea level and sleeping on the floor of a village mosque, Turkey was a non stop fascination of cultural diversity and beautiful scenery.

I only hope that the few stories written justify the amazing memories of such amazing people.

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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