Tekirdag, Turkey

... we were both greeted with much joy and tea. Some sign language later, we established what I wanted doing and we begun with Turkey's answer to Nicky Clarke giving me the most thorough and detailed hair-cut I have ever known. Then it was cut-throat blade ...

... and continued north. The road could have been wide and fast, but we had seen a narrow line on the map linking Gelibolu to Tekirdag, our destination. That road proved narrow, winding and slow. 3D in need of tarmac, we were back in Africa for a while. It ...

... ! Nipping over the border I passed through acres of empty forest, with the occasional wild tortoise wandering by. Bliss. The locals in Turkey instantly seem to take to a cyclist. Free coffees and teas at every stop. The landscape is hills galore - legs ...

We left Istanbul on the Sunday to travel to the Black Sea coast and the town of Kiyikoy. Our primary source of knowledge of Turkey, Ilker, had never even heard of the place, but off we went to Istanbul bus station, a place of such utter bedlam that it ...