Travel Stories

Everyday is a new adventure. Another place to sleep, another country town, village or city. Never more than 100km from the day before, the long road between London and Melbourne has provided us with the most amazing memories, meeting the most beautiful people and finding each other never more than a few meters away, every minute, of every day, of every week for two years.

Below are just a few of the short stories that just might help you get an understanding of what that could be like.

Why I am now ‘Muslim’

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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So I find myself barefoot and surrounded by men. Some of them sitting, some of them praying, some of them reading the newspaper sprawled out over the floor.  Mosques can sometimes seem to be a little more laid back than churches, even the Grand Mosque in Tehran, Iran’s capital. I’m with a friend of Kimmi’s [...]

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Spies Like Us

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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“The British Embassy has just been attacked. You need to get the fuck out of the Iran, now!” Kimmi reads the text aloud from a new friend of ours in Tehran, where we were just hours before. Tension is at an all time high between the Western world and Iran. It is the sad and [...]

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Making friends with Iran

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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‘Iranians are the friendliest people on earth’. That’s what the internet tells us and who are we to question the internet? Not even a hundred kilometres passed the Iranian/Turkish border in the north west of the country and we get waved down on the side of the road by Dr Akbar on our second day [...]

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Mr Danger

by tkos on August 17, 2012

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A couple of hours after I ‘found’ Islam, I find myself at a small house party with free flowing pure Colombian cocaine and more than enough alcohol to put me in front of an Iranian firing squad ten times over. On the way back from the Grand Mosque, Faraz, our host, has decided to drop [...]

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The mourning of an Imam

by tkos on August 17, 2012

Islamic extremist and German. Probably the most feared combination of cultures in the world, but that is who we find ourselves staying with, in Qom, Iran’s most religious and conservative city. Fatimah, now in her sixties, was born and raised as a Christian in Germany. She turned her back on her faith and most of [...]

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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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