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Flying bicycles


I was coming down the escarpment when I saw a truck stopped on the side of the road. I stopped and met Lionel, a South African guy, standing by his truck. We got talking and he offered me a lift down the escarpment and up the other side. I’d been warned about the large number of lions in the Zambezi valley so not wanting to get eaten by them said sure why not and we put the bike in the back of his flatbed truck. He was pulling two trailers, both with low sides, and we just laid it down at the


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St Johns Street Cycles

Before I started my trip, I read a fair number of journals on CrazyGuyOnABike trying to work out the best gear. The biggest decision to make was, of course, the bike. It seemed that Americans predominantly read Surly Long Haul Truckers, and a fair number of Brits (including Peter Gostelow, one of my favourite blogs) rode Thorn bikes, either the Raven or the Nomad so that’s where I started researching


Thorn, sold by St Johns Street Cycles (SJS Cycles),


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WaterField Gear Pouch

When I first started my trip, I barely had any way of sorting my things. All my clothes got thrown in one pannier and the most sophisticated way I had of organising things was using Ziplocs. My clothes weren’t even in stuff sacks. It was passable, but not great. After a few weeks I picked up stuff sacks, my clothes got organised and my life got better. However my electronics solution was still Ziplocs and it stayed that way until October 2011.


On the 27th of September 2011, TravellingTwo


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Manta Saddle

I’ve been riding the Manta for 3 years so I feel it’s about time that I wrote about it. Sorry Jon for how long it’s taken.


Back story
Long-distance tourers store their things in Ortliebs, put Schwalbe Marathons on their wheels and sit on a Brooks B17. That was how the world seemed back in 2010 when I started buying things to go on my tour. Knowing not much, I decided that everyone else probably knew best. I picked up a complete set of Ortliebs for my stuff


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Cyprus

Copper gets its name from here as was massive source

The ferry arrived in Girne, where I got off and realised it was home to many terrible drivers. I was right

My earphones got caught on the door of the ferry so died and were replaced by 2 euro ones from China Bazaar which were crackly and terrible. Barely worth buying, and failed within a few days.

“A revolutionary is only a terrorist until he has achieved his revolution.”


My thoughts about Turkish Cypriot drivers was confirmed when


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Turkey

Here are my notes from my time in Turkey! They’re a bit varied but hopefully cover some of what I learnt while there.

Met a fellow Thorn owner, Richard, at the border with Greece (which I hopped through briefly to avoid a busier border crossing) and we hung out a bit in Erdine. First time seeing a fellow Thorn owner out and about that I can think of.


I got my first host to translate an introduction letter for me from English to Turkish as it’s one of the first countries I’ve visited


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Bulgaria


After crossing the Danube into Bulgaria, I made my way through town. It was nearly time for the sun to go down so I took the small road instead of the main road with the idea it’d be easier to wild camp on the side of it. My GPS took me down a rather small road and through the poorest part of town, where the Roma lived. At the entrance to the area one guy warned me ‘no go. gypsies!’ I thanked him and kept going. 200 metres later, another guy just said ‘scheisse’ and


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Moldova & Romania


After leaving Ukraine it was into Moldova, the poorest country in Europe. The roads were as potholey as you’d expected and went up and down for seemingly no reason at all which combined with the headwind and cooler weather finally catching me on my push south made for a very tiring time. My first day I decided to avoid the main road and followed the border, which meant there wasn’t much traffic but even less by the way of people or things to buy in the shops. I was doing quite badly


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