After a teary goodbye to the island paradise of Telendos and our friend Yannis, we took sail for Turkey with a heavy heart. That was a month ago. Our smiles returned quickly.
Because here, we are never hungry
We’ve lost quite a lot of weight since our departure. Luckily, the Turks are here to make sure we eat enough. Really. There has not been a day without screeching brakes, hazard lights and food thrust through an open window. Apples, nuts, cookies, apricots, gozleme, bottled water, cookies, salty biscuits, peaches, çay (Turkish tea), quince (much better than those we’ve had before). When we can’t take our odour anymore and we are forced to take a room for the night, breakfast is always a real treat full of delicious local products. Continue reading “Welcome to Turkey”
Squat Advisor, it’s a new concept. If you want to get off the beaten track, go for a night in a sheltered place where no one else sets foot, don’t look any further. We’ve got the perfect squat for you.
Long-term wild camping enthusiasts, recently we’ve discovered the art of squatting. In certain special conditions, when using your tent is impossible (urban areas, once in a decade storms, absence of flat terrain…) squatting is the solution. To do so, you still need to find the perfect place.
Red lanes allow cyclists and some other two-wheeled vehicles to travel from one point to another via the shortest route, avoiding detours and with maximum safety. At every crossroad there are signposts. The signs show place names alongside accurate, reliable distances. Any work on cycle lanes is clearly visible and a clear alternative is set up when necessary.
No depart without a false start. As usual, we haven’t been able to leave without forgetting something. Ready, we take off without my passport. I left it in France and it’s on the way via post to the UK.Adam’s parents will have to send them to our next destination, maybe the Netherlands, maybe Germany.
This text is an extract of Noémie’s tale of her trip between Vancouver and Cancun in 2014. 70 A4 pages have been written to tell the story of 102 days spent on the road. The final read through is in process with the aim of sharing or publishing. It’s hard work so any comments or advice would be welcome. Link below:
Cassis to Bourgoin Jallieu, the return from our bike tour to climb in the Calanques. After climbing some disconcerting pudding stone and some great limestone we forge a path to the Rhone. Here we found our inner Knights, a new number plate, Christmas lights and a large number of chickens.