Summary: Muscat to Bengaluru

First flight and cultural shock. Arriving early in the morning in Southern India and welcomed by the sound of horns which would be always present… The start of the voyage through the Indian subcontinent…


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The Trail

Last days in India

India is a wonderful and challenging place to cycle. An explosion to the senses. You love it, you hate it and you love it again 

The following images show some of the scenes I encountered coming from Srinagar to Jammu and from there to Chandigar, Rishikesh up to the north west border with Nepal.

I hope I can recover the pictures on the broken hard drive so I can share more beauty I encountered during this journey. 


leaving Kashmir through the tunnel


beautifull view on the road between Ramban and Baglihar


kids in the town of Batote


traffic at the top of Patnitop


lunch and heat break at a dabha


view of the Ganges at Rishikesh


Lakshman Jhula -iron suspension bridge situated in Rishikesh-


view of Laxman Jhula at Rishikesh


Ruins of the ashram of Maharishi Mahesh yogi. In February 1968 The Beatles attented an advanced Transcendental Meditation training session here.


Paintings in the Beatles cathedral


Paintings in the Beatles cathedral


Paintings in the Beatles cathedral


Paintings in the Beatles cathedral


Paintings in the Beatles cathedral


Paintings in the Beatles cathedral


Ruins at the Beatles ashram


cows blocking the road. A common sight in India


Night market. Viewed from the bus


there is always room for one more


Lake between Sitarganj and Khatima


This puts everyting back in perspective



A fast and short post

I haven’t been very consistent with the posts on my blog (or maybe I’ve been just plain lazy). I don’t have even opened the page in more than 5 months. After having problems with my electronics and the potential loss of all the visual material i’ve gathered after a year traveling, I started thinking today that it’s time for a change how a treat this blog. 

Instead of trying to be organized and write a long and “elaborate” post, I’m going to share short and simple moments of my trip. Starting now with some outtakes from my trip through Nepal so far. The pictures were taken while cycling the road between Tansen en Pokhara. Order and descriptions will follow.  



Hafik to Zara: friendly encounters

For the larger part of my journey I had some pretty nice weather. The sun was a good companion while traveling through Europe. I would take a rest day if it rained. I find it difficult to start the day when it’s pouring, I imagine the discomfort and just don’t want to go. But when the rain catches you on the road, you just man up and take it how it comes.

When traveling through Turkey I had to cycle through some bad weather for a couple of days. It started nearby the village of Karagöl. The night before I found  a nice camping spot a kilometer or two from the main road, it rained all night until the morning. When the rain stopped I packed my gear and set off. I followed the same path back to the main highway but the dirt road became a mud road. It took me two hours to push and carry my fully loaded bicycle through the mud. I just couldn’t peddle through, the mud would accumulate between the tires and the mudguards, blocking the wheels. When finally liberated I could continue with my trip. I reached the city of Şarkişla and stopped to buy some groceries. When I was ready to leave it started raining again. A store owner saw me as I was trying to stay dry under a rooftop, he invited me into his store, gave me a cup of çay and let me use his wi-fi. When the rain stopped I continued with my trip.

After the city of Sivas, where I stopped for a day to visit the dentist, I headed up to Zara. It rained all day. At midday I was planning a lunch brake, but didn’t find a pleasant or a dry place to rest, until I reached the town of Hafik. Reaching the city I saw a car riding on the opposite side of the road, the occupants waved at me, I waved back. A couple of minutes later the same car drove aside me, the driver and two passengers invited me for lunch. Without hesitating I accepted their offer. I followed them to the town’s main street, where we stopped at a gun shop.

My hosts were three brothers and the gun shop was the family business. Ata, Okan and Ersin received me and invited me to eat pide (turkish version of pizza). The couple of hours I spend with the guys until the weather cleared, was great. Without knowing each others language (their English was very basic) we managed to communicate using different tools such as google translate or me making some basic sketches. It kept on going like this until one of their friends came and translated our conversation. A question they made and one of the most frequent asked during my trip through Turkey is about football, specifically which Turkish football team was my favorite: Galatasaray S.K. or Fenerbaçhe. Difficult to answer when you don’t have a clue what’s going on with the national league of your own country. The brothers took me for a ride around town and showed me the nearby Gölü (Turkish for lake). I had a great time with them. They also taught me some swear words and they targeted some of their friends on which I could use the word piç (bastard child) on, it was immensely funny for them.

I still wanted to ride some kilometers that day, so I kept my stay short. As they say in Mexico, “Panza llena, corazón contento” (belly full, happy heart), I left my hosts grateful for their hospitality.

The next kilometers were difficult. It started raining harder, the temperature dropped and I had to cycle uphill. Even while wearing appropriate rain gear I got soaked. I reached the city of Zara at night fall and took shelter at a gas station. The gas station attendant who saw how wet and tired I was, invited me into the office. Their the owner seated me near the electrical heater and gave me a cup of çay. I just sat their zombified for hours as people came and went. I asked the owner if he new a place where I could camp for the night, he kept silent for a couple of minutes and after he asked me to follow him. He showed me the terrace above the gas station and asked me if it was suitable to setup my tent there. It was just perfect for me. The rest of the night I spend it with Murat B., the attendant who received me when I arrived. Even without having a common language, we talked for hours. Murat talked about his family and hobbies. In his free time he likes to go fishing and he’s a pigeon fancier. Before we knew it it was midnight and time to close the shop and so I retired to my improvised sleeping quarters.

The next morning I woke up feeling cold, the temperature had dropped considerably. I didn’t have any food left so I went to the bakery just across the gas station. I only bought a loaf of bread and as I was ready to get on my bicycle, the baker came out of his store and asked me if I wanted to join him for a cup of çay. And I never say no to a cup of çay or coffee. He put up a chair near the bread oven and instructed one of the employees to get some cheese, jam and bread, breakfast was served. As talking in English wasn’t useful, I had to improvise to understand and answer all of their questions. Some of the other customers gathered around to see what was happening and joined the conversation. As the time came to leave, the baker gave me another loaf of bread, three simits and a pot of jam; what he gave was so much more than I what I had bought. I felt a bit ashamed but thankful for his kindness. Before I left they took some pictures with me. I regret that I can’t share photos of such nice people.

That day I had to ride my bicycle in the cold but with a warm heart.


Lake near the village of Hafik


From right to left: Okan, Ata and the others…

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In front of the gun shop. From right to left: Okan, Ata and the others…



Kayseri: Recep

Before reaching the city of Kayseri I spend some marvelous days in Göreme, a town located in the Cappadocia area. The open-air museum is conformed with such beautiful places, that it formed one of the most memorable moments of my journey. The visit to the “fairy chimneys” rock formations in the Rose and Red valley, left me in awe. The weather was still pleasant, so I settled in one of the so many camping spots surrounding the area. The first day, I was the only camper around, but that changed when some Turkish university students spend a night at the camp grounds. Earlier that day, as I was cleaning “la paloma negra”, one of the members of the group, Volkan Ö (who was the only one of the group that could speak English), approached me and asked who I was and what I was doing. Soon the other group members gathered around. They invited me to join them that evening for some BBQ and beers. The night passed rapidly talking about life, the difference between European and Turkish life and me answering a bunch of personal questions. Volkan served as translator.

The next day I set off for Kayseri, where Recep, a warmshowers member, had agreed to host me. I was his second guest. That night I arrived late to his place. I didn’t imagine the city of Kayseri to be that big. It took me a while to cross the city and it wasn’t easy to find the exact location of the apartment building where Recep lived. Google maps or the other GPS apps on my smartphone didn’t find the address. But after a few calls and some guidance using landmarks I finally got there. After this experience I always ask my potential hosts, if their kind enough to share the latitude and longitude coordinates of their home. With this data I don’t need online connection and can locate the meeting point in the GPS app.

Recep lives in a student neighborhood located in the eastern part of the city  and shares an apartment with three other guys who still are students. Recep is a recent Industrial Designer graduate and works as a product manager in a company that manufactures domestic appliances. He is native to a village nearby the city of Konya (city I still regret not have visited) where his father is a farmer.

I spend just a few hours with Recep that night, as he had an early start the next morning. He prepared a dinner of eggs and home made beef sausage. His family had sacrificed a cow during the Kurban Bayrami, so his fridge was stocked with a lot of meat. The rest of the night we spend repairing the chain of his bicycle and talking about Turkish customs; the compulsory military service (as a recent university graduate he has to present himself for service); religion and girls. About the last topic, he shared that his family was putting some pressure on him to find a suitable wife. The topic came about because of me being thirty five years old and single, and he was curious how my family thought about that.

The next morning I didn’t see Recep as he had left early. He gave me a prayer beads as a good bye gift and made sure that I had breakfast before I left. Afterwards I packed my stuff, loaded the bike and closed the door of another home that had been kind to me and maybe  never see again.

Muchas gracias Recep!!!