All posts filed under: Iran

The hooker

[Blog post for bikepacking.com] I turned off onto a side road up toward the pass, hoping I’d reach it before dark. The golden hour was settling in, and the surrounding mountains were draped in an intoxicating red. Despite being blinded by an abundance of natural […]

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De hoer

[Blogpost voor bikepacking.com] Ik sloeg een zijweg in op weg naar de pas, die zou ik wel halen voor het donker werd. Het gouden uur zette in, de bergen rondom kleurden alle tinten rood. Verblind door zoveel natuurlijke schoonheid bleef het zicht op de bergpas […]

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Friends of the road – Iran

[‘Friends of the road (Vrienden van de weg)’ bestaat enkel in het Engels, excuses hiervoor] As I mentioned before… Iran wasn’t all harassments and horror stories. I met many good or, to be more precise, wonderful people. To be accurate I should have taken much more […]

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50 shades of blue (EN)

‘Trien, where has your smile gone?’ After three days of Iran, my much promised land, I suddenly realised that since crossing the border in Noorduz I have laughed little or not at all.

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