Two major emotional surprises hit me in Turkey. As I crossed over the border from Greece, crossed the bridge over no-mans-land, had my visa and passport checked and rolled past the boom gate, I entered Turkey. I was finally here, the road sign welcoming me to Turkey a symbolic achievement…
After my brief time in Macedonia, I crossed over and rolled into northern Greece (also known as Macedonia.. confusingly enough). Riding through orchards and farmland, snacking covertly on apples and plums when no one was watching, I made a beeline for Thessaloniki, my first big city in quite a while.…
I’d originally planned to spend a fair bit of time in Macedonia, riding from Ohrid to Skopje and onward towards Sofia, Bulgaria. But for various reasons I now had to get myself to Istanbul in just over two weeks and abandoned my ideas of riding to the Black Sea, opting…
Albania was my mystery country. I had no idea what to expect as I rode in from Montenegro. All I’d heard up till now about Albania consisted of gangsters, thieves and stolen Mercedes’. Ten minutes into the country and I hadn’t been killed or kidnapped but I had already been…
