Black Dog Bicycling

Having arrived in Melbourne I then flew directly to Malaysia. ... Wait that's not right. There was a glorious intervening year spe...

I was pleased to be waved through the border crossing at Dibba. I was pleased not to have to pay for a new Omani visa. I was less pleas...

I left the mountains that had beguiled me so and moved from Oman's desert interior to her salty coastal plain. A different Oman...

Together with Celıne, Benoıt, Alkım, Javı and his wife (who had gamely hired bikes) I continued my burgeoning love affair with Cappadocıa by...

This border felt rather different to the cozy, porous European crossings. I drifted out of Greece onto a bridge with marksmen posted periodi...