Black Dog Bicycling

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

Leaving the remnants of the Shahs final excesses behind I cycled across the plain and through the mountains of the lower Zagros that separat...

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...

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...