Black Dog Bicycling

Thai visa in hand I fled Pennang before dawn on the first free ferry to Butterworth. A quick roti chennai later, I gave the bike it's he...

Goodbye metropolis, hello desert. Negotiating the patchwork of four-lane M4 impressions which masquerade as quiet backroads on maps of Dub...

Departing Yazd heading west meant leaving the desert plains and crossing a stark mountain range dominated by the 4075m high Shir Kuh. (Lion ...

Iran's geography fascinates. Bestriding the ancient overland trade routes of spice and silk and sitting at the literal crossroads betwee...

The bus to Esfahan came to a grinding halt 40k outside the city in a long line of traffic. Sick of being cooped up I decided to get proactiv...

It occurs to me that in my haste to write my previous post I didn't really discuss Iran as a country outside how it impacted on my cycli...

A deliriously fun descent from Selim was the first order of the day and with Handel's Trumpet Concertio pushing away thoughts of my froz...

I took a Marshutka to Yerevan which meant going to some wasteland behind a pharmacy and saying Yerevan to various loiterers before lucking u...

My days in energetic Tibilsi coincided with the city's annual independence celebration and thus necessitated greater than even usual Geo...

After the excıtment of gettıng the bıke stuck ın a lıft ıt was wıth a sense of relıef that I rolled out of Thessalonıkı. Squırmıng thıs way ...

Greece promised a return to the EU, prices in euros, a wealth of history and a brand new alphabet for me to fail at learning. Crossing the b...

A muggy day with low clouds heralded my first day cycling through Montenegro proper. Racing out of the mountains to the sea at Herceg Novi...

Crossing the mountains which separate Croatia and Bosnia had been a slog and it was late as I crossed the border. Entering the broad plain ...

Staying with Nick and Simona was like stepping into a Rossellini film. I really can't thank them enough for their seemingly inexhaustibl...