Click below to see the pictures of Pakistan. They date from December 2017 to January 2018. The places featured in this gallery are : Balochistan Quetta Khairpur Multan Peshawar Gilgit Karimabad Islamabad Lahore See the itinerary for more details about my cycle route.
It has been more than two months since I crossed the Wagah border from Pakistan into the Land of spices. The border crossing hosts a dramatic daily flag exchange ceremony, where both countries display their rivalry in a parade. Yet apart from religion, much less differs between these countries than their antagonism seems to suggest. In fact, much of the … Read More
Click below to see the pictures of Iran. They date from end of November to December 2017. The places featured in this gallery are : Isfahan Persepolis Shiraz Saryazd Castle Kalouts Desert Bam See the itinerary for more details about my cycle route.
Click below to see the pictures of Iran.They date from end of October to November 2017. The places featured in this gallery are : Astara, Iran Fuman Masuleh Rasht Rudkhan Castle Tehran Qom Abyaneh Isfahan See the itinerary for more details about my cycle route.
Click below to see more pictures of my trip in the Caucasus: A short weekend trip to Yerevan, Armenia (September 2017) Cycling through Azerbaijan (September-October 2018) Yerevan, Armenia Azerbaijan
“Stay here”, ordered the border officer, pointing with his machine gun to a chair next to me. The large blue panel above read “Welcome to Pakistan”. I had just entered the country from Iran in the south-western border of Taftan. The military officer made it clear that I wasn’t free to move on my own. From now on, I will … Read More
Nader and his mother Nader, from Iran, studies french litterature and is well versed in the writings of Camus and Sartres. I met him when I was resting in an iranian tea house. He spoke to me in perfect french, although he had never been in France before. “Come to my house”, said Nader in french, “You can sleep … Read More
A morning climb The rising sun was just beginning to heat the air as I biked into the valley of Hanjan, some hundred kilometers south of Kashan. I was determined to climb the mountains and reach the small village of Abyaneh by noon. I drew in heavy breaths to lift my home up the windy slopes of the ochre brown … Read More