Black Dog Bicycling

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...

I spent a couple of days ostensibly riding out the weather in Meghri but really immobilised by the prospect of leaving for the unknown of I...

Before leaving Goris I happened upon this diagram in the hostel guestbook written by a very thoughtful cyclist who had passed through some y...

What I may lack in pun quality I try to make up for in exuberant quantity. Having spent a comfortable pagan night camped amongst the stone...

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...