Category: The Caucasus & Iran 2008
-
From The Cutting Room Floor #3: Life On The Road (in 01:52) [VIDEO]
[vimeo]http://vimeo.com/57023486[/vimeo] The funny thing about this, the third in the series of deleted scenes (#1 and #2), is that it encapsulates better than anything else the day-to-day camaraderie that occurs between bicycle travellers and the people with whom they come into contact. Demonstrating this today is the inimitable Andy and a group of Georgian fishermen selling […] Continue reading →
-
Uncertainty vs So-Called Predictability: Which Would You Choose?
Entirely unbeknownst to me, a friend of a friend snapped this fantastic image in early 2008. To me, it represents a fascinating collision between the concerns of a wandering cycle-traveller, consulting a street-map to find the right road out of the city, and a grim moment in a nation’s history — the aftermath of an anti-government […] Continue reading →
-
Early Adventures — An Interview on Armenian TV
If for no other reason than to laugh at our ridiculous beards and mops, have a look at the short interview that Andy and I did for the Armenian TV network H2 back in 2008, after we’d pedalled through the wintry Caucasus on our way to Iran. I’m afraid there are no subtitles, which means you’ll […] Continue reading →
-
Video: 3½ Years Into 3 Minutes
Posted on
in
A super-short blast through my time away from the UK, from bolshy beginnings in 2007 to humble homecomings a few weeks ago. [vimeo]http://www.vimeo.com/18113861[/vimeo] Look out for more video coming very soon. Merry Christmas! Continue reading →
-
Iran, Tehran, Highlights and Woes
Tehran has been little like the dusty, smelly pile of whitewashed hovels that my fevered imagination had conjured up. It turns out that Iran as a whole is a developed, stable country, with all the virtues and vices of any other modern state. Continue reading →
-
Tabriz, And A Train Ride To Tehran
After a deeply memorable few weeks on the road, I find myself once again in a capital city – this time, it’s Tehran. Continue reading →
-
East Azarbaijan, or north-west Iran
The prospect of crossing the Armenian-Iranian border was something over which we’d spent many weeks fretting. Tenny had been nervous about the idea of cycling in Iran – her home country – ever since we’d first entertained the possibility many months ago. For me, Iran was the most obvious and enticing successor to Armenia, rather […] Continue reading →
-
New People, Places and Alphabets
On the second day in Iran we were taken hostage. Continue reading →
-
Bingo. Persistence Pays
At lunchtime today I skipped merrily forth from the steel-fenced compound housing the Iranian Embassy here in Yerevan. After pausing briefly in the middle of the road in order to frolic, I galavanted with glee and chortled with mirth as I biked my jolly way home, carrying in my sweaty palm a passport containing a […] Continue reading →