Road to Frame - The Adventure Blog
I’d describe the border crossing at Khorogos, China as slightly uncomfortable, but overall a breeze. My only advise for crossing this border would be to remove / back up images to save yourself time and if you have a SIM card that will pick up a Chinese carrier I’d just remove it to save some hassle- stick it in the bottom of a pannier.
On this blog and on Facebook & Instagram I introduce you to a lot of people we meet on route and tell you about how they’ve added value to our trip and it’s about time I introduce you to my friend Leanne.
The Ferry from Alat, Azerbaijan (Baku Sea Port) to Aktau, Kazakstan - (actually it’s closer to Kuryk.)August
At Baku you can now buy your tickets for the ferry at the ferry port and finding your way around isn't too difficult as the staff are really kind and helpful. That being said, this blog will save you some time as sign posting isn’t used at the port.
If you ask me, Azerbaijan has got it all! The food is fabulous, the hospitality is wonderful - just like Turkey and the roads & views are beautiful. Riding through Azerbaijan is a real treat, you’ll enjoy winding roads, climbs and all types of landscape - from greenery to desert.
You’ll be pleased to know that not all dogs chase! In fact Stew and I would guesstimate that the minority chase. You will likely come across a chaser on your international cycling tour and this blog tells you exactly how to handle them.
In one evening we wandered around Katamonu, went out for dinner and were introduced to Behiç's wonderful, kind and hospitable friends, Can, Guzin, Omer, and Pinar.
Roll on the best-foolish decision I ever made. I purchased the bike on my credit card (naughty!) I paid it off with my student loan and within the summer the bike paid for itself. Before owning my bike I was lazy, I drove everywhere so fuel costs alone paid for the bike, now I cycled...everywhere!
In Albania we rubbed shoulders with people who have migrated to England: some legal, and others illegal. Someone we met had even been deported! Everyone - and I mean everyone was helpful and kind.
As the sun dropped behind the mountains we pitched our tent. We slept until 05:40 then we biked the remaining 15 miles to the ferry in Lake Komani. We thought we had it in the bag. The next day we wake, pack away the tent and get onto our bikes. 15 miles, 2 hours, easy cycling, right?