In Syria, resistance is futile. All daily normality and forward planning must be abandoned, and cyclists must submit to wonderful non-stop chaos. Since leaving the relative tranquility of Turkey, strange and unpredictable events are becoming the norm. A couple of days ago I found myself sitting in the desert on my tarpaulin 'picnic blanket', about 100 miles from the Iraqi border, making banana and nutella sandwiches for lunch. Only now in retrosprect, from an internet cafe in Damascus d...
Old Islamic Proverb: ‘He is not a believer who eats his fill while his neighbour remains hungry’
For most of the last week we've been in the sunshine, crossing the
rolling grassy steppe of Central Turkey on blissfully quiet country
roads. We also recently passed the 4000km mark! All in all, perfect
cycling, apart from the steep highland roads which frequently go above
1300 metres. A few days ago, we passed a dishevelleled looking shepherd
on one of these roads who inexplicably said 'G'd...