7th CycloNudista Helsinki 2020 – Cycling will kill CoronaVirus in Finalnd too! WNBR with us!

7^ CycloNudista Helsinki 2020 World Naked Bike Ride Finland WNBR

Join now the most extravagant Many-FIEST-Action of the year!

For the Seventh Time in Finland!

The last time we had so much fun being Cyclo Nudistas, we had even some acrobatic fellows.

Therefore we will do our fantastic ride again on the warmest day of the year!

Protesting against INDECENT exposure to cars and pollution!

Celebrating CYCLING, NATURE, Human BODY, simplicity, and FREEDOM of being (naked).

The concept is simple: we do, once a year, on the hottest, sunniest day of the summer, a bicycle tour around the city, to get the town back from big motorized vehicles, shout against pollution, cars, and hypocritical prudery.

SATURDAY 22nd of AUGUST 2020 – 14.00 (Departure at 15:00)

Varsapuistikko (close to Railway Station and Kaisaniemenpuisto)


– To manifest AGAINST POLLUTION & car culture;

– PROMOTING CYCLING, Nature & Simplicity;

But the unique reasons why YOU do it may be infinite:

you love bicycles,

you love your city,

you want noiseless means of transport,

you don’t want big and fast vehicles in the city,

you don’t agree with the speculations of the oil industry,

you wish to sensibilize drivers to mind the bikes.

…and because you may be an exhibitionist!



Varsapuistikko – next to Kaisaniemen Puisto – Kaisaniemi park, close to the main train station.

You can come from 14:00 to 15:00.

14.00 – PICNIC

I will bring a large number of snacks and drinks; it will be for sure enough for the first ten people, you are welcome to bring something if you wish.


We can body paint each other and decide which is the specific message—“your motto”—each of us wants to share.


Strictly on time, be ready by 18:00!

Tour map:


17.00 – SAUNA

We celebrate the celebration in the sauna: warm & cozy!

Sompasauna, a free, anarchic, public sauna. By the sea.

In the heat and steam, we will have time to share our thoughts and feeling about the ride: what this ride means for each of us?

18:00 – BBQ

There is a grill there @ sompasauna. If you have some vegetables you want to grill, feel welcome to bring it so we can have a lovely shared BBQ dinner.



– Yourself,

– Bicycle, other green means of transport, or good legs to run!

You can get Helsinki City Bikes for cheap: http://www.kaupunkipyorat.hsl.fi/en


– Clothing

– A smile on your face,

– Any decoration that you find appropriate,

– Body painting material,

– Music instruments to play,

– A camera to record or stream pictures & videos: photographers and journalists welcome!

– Drinks and food (for the picnic and/or BBQ),

– A blanket for the picnic,

– Towels (for sauna).

Of course, you are free to join/leave whenever you want, and nudism is not mandatory.

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On June 12th, 2004, cyclists in 29 cities across the world took to the streets of the world, mostly wearing nothing more than a cheeky smile.
It was not only a huge success but also a huge surprise; neither the media nor the police thought that it would happen. This was the world’s first international naked bike ride. Since then, it has spread to more than 70 cities around the world with thousands of participants.

Well, the first thing to know is that it does not have any leaders, hierarchies, or even any bureaucracy. It is an event that belongs entirely to its participants. You are not only invited to participate in this event but also to take ownership of it.


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Coronavirus canceled flights: How to get a refund and compensation for cancellation

By EU law 261/2004, ALL passengers—also the ones with non-refundable tickets—are entitled in a full refund in case the airline cancels the flight. There is also a COMPENSATION AND EXPENSES REFUND (transport, food, drinks, hotel) in case the flight was canceled 14 DAYS BEFORE DEPARTURE.

A non-refundable ticket does not mean that, if the company cancels your booking, you are not entitled to refunds or compensations.

A non-refundable ticket means simply that if the PASSENGER wishes to cancel the flight for his own reasons, he gets no refund.

Usually, you should apply for those refunds directly to the air companies, not to the agencies—in case you have booked with an agency–.

There will be two forms on the airline website, one for REFUNDS and another for COMPENSATION.
In case you don´t find the forms, write to the airline and ask them via email.

If the company does not reply within six weeks after applying for a refund or writing to them, you can ask the national flight authority to step in, each country has its own flight authority. You should contact the flight authority of where the flight departed (or in alternative, where the flight landed).

One other step once can do to get a refund for the ticket price (not compensation) is to make a claim to the bank, which he used to pay.

The national EU support may also help you, you should contact the EU support of the European country where you are living:



Remember to leave a review to the airlines so that other passengers can make an informed decision.

There are several ways to review them. You can use, for example, TrustPilot or MyWot.

Italian VS Finnish Police, few personal experiences

Whenever we talk about Police, each of us has his own experience and opinion.
Some people would protect officers for anything they have done, even crimes; while some would blame them for the smallest mistakes.

To be a good policeman is probably not simple. Law enforcement has the task to act when there are crimes—infringements of the penal code—, protect citizens, be reachable, and be honest.
Above all, Police officers have ´executive power´: a wide range of freedom to act according to their choices, which can be influenced by their personal mood or will.
Most officers claim that they do a dangerous job, and therefore, they often wish, request, or pretend not to be persecuted for errors or abuses.

I write here some of my personal stories with police in Italy and in Finland, I do this after the portal ´TrustPilot´ is continuously blocking my genuine review for the website of the Italian police force ´Carabinieri,´ probably under the police request.



I was a kid when I already had my first experiences with the Italian Police. I remember, exceptionally vividly, a few anecdotes:

Calling Italian police when my father was hitting me, my mother, and my siblings; nothing happened. The police didn’t come at all. We were even spending nights in the street because my father would kick us out.

For a few days, I didn´t want to go to school, my family didn´t know what to do; therefore, they brought me to ´carabinieri.´ I was about eight years old, the military-police locked me into a cell for about ten seconds, to ´stimulate me to go back to school´, for me it translated into a ten years trauma.

A boy killed by Italian Police

When I was a teenager, I went to Genoa demostrate during the G8 to peacefully protest, asking the wealthiest governments to not forget the rest of the (developing)world in their plans.
During the protests, I witness with my eyes plainclothes police spur young protesters to damage proprieties.
The officers were saying: ¨go and break everything…¨. The government–of Berlusconi–wanted the protest to be aggressive so that they could claim bans to any demonstration, hence have more space to act without critics from the population.
During the (bloody)protests, several friends of mine were hit and even illegally blocked by the police. One protester—after being provoked by the police–was killed, tortured, left dying on the ground, and even mocked afterwards.
The carabinieri agent who shot at him claimed that acted for self-defense. Nevertheless, the police jeep ran on the boy two times—which was left on the ground for a long time—surrounded by tens of policemen who didn´t even check if he was alive or dead. Later on, Police officers even smashed a stone on his head to simulate an ´accidental´ death.
The name of the boy was Carlo Giuliani, he was 23 years old and he had never been involved in violence or crime.

At the age of 20 yo I am stopped by Police while I drive my car.
The policeman gave for granted that I was a drug user–just because I was driving in an area where there are some–and asked me where I had ´my syringes.´ Telling him that I was not sa drug user was not enough, he made a mess of my car, and when he didn´t find anything at all, he tried to find something wrong with my car documents. Unfortunately–for him–everything was good with my documents. When I told him that continuing to keep me stopped for no reason seemed an abuse to me, he told me literally: ¨me, as a ´carabiniere,´ I can put a shotgun in your mouth, arrest you, and say that you have tried to kill me; the judge would believe me, not you¨.

Some people in Italy say that mafia in Italy would not exist without acceptance from most of the local folk. This may be a reason for the survival of mafia.
A second reason could be that the police forces are not effectively stopping the mafia. Maybe because some corrupted policymakers, perhaps because the police are afraid, or because they are lazy.


Police in Scandinavia


Calling the police in Finland when I was assaulted in someone’s apartment: the cops entered the appartment within five minutes; here the story:

A hot summer in Finland is considered to have an average of 19 degrees, above this temperature, you almost feel in another country. But unfortunately, it was not summertime; it was an icy cold winter in Helsinki. A night to forget with people to forget.

I come back from Tallinn with Viking Line boat XPRS. Around 19:00 I meet on board Mia and Maarit—two Finnish girls—, we socialize, sing, and spend the evening together. They invite me to their place, I accept.

Mia is flirting with me, she tells me a sad story about her sickness and says that she has no money: ¨I have just spent out a loan of 2000 euro¨.

With the promise that I could stay at their place to sleep, I cancel then the appointment with a friend who was supposed to host me and to be thankful I invite for drinks.

After the evening in the disco, we are going to Maarit’s place, with her other friends—we were in total nine—they continue the afterparty with alcohol and drugs. I tell them that I would like to only drink water and go to sleep because it´s late—5:00 o’clock in the (Friday)morning—and I don´t feel good. When I said that, everyone started mocking me because I did not drink alcohol—or wanted drugs—they start even to use bad words and tell me to go away in the (freezing)street.

I ask them to let me first take a rest because I did not feel good and it was cold on the street,  I could not even go to my other host to sleep, cause she was sleeping already. 

They not only verbally but also physically attack me just because I was not leaving immediately. One of the friends of Mia takes a knife in his hand and come close to me. I call the police—where they ask me to speak Finnish, but somehow I manage to tell them the address—I try to block him, and they all start to attack me.

One of the aggressors puts his arm around my neck and tries to suffocate me, the rest of the group holds me and they are all ready to hit me hard.
At this very moment, the Police get into the apartment. It seemed the scene of a Rambo movie, the police entered precisely in the instant when I was blocked and hopeless.

I’m injured on my forehead and on my right thumb, the police officers don’t care much about this. 

I tell the police all the facts, but they don’t really listen to me; they speak in Finnish with the people that were assaulting me; I say that they have drugs, I show them the knife used to attack me; the cops say that I just have to go away and that they would not make any report about the facts.
Futhermore, I repeat them that I want to go to the Embassy and that I am injured, but they say that I should just leave.

I go to the Embassy where they tell me to go to the police to make a report.


A police car in Puerto Rico


Bottom line

What do I think about police?
I think that there are good and bad policemen, but in Italy, if I call them, I know that there is little chance that they would come, and if I see them in the street, I know that it´s more lickely that they would harras than help me.


What’s the difference between a detainee and a soldier?
The difference is that the soldier can let out his hunger and frustration freely on other (innocent)people, the detainee can´t do it.

The strong artist that cared more about art than his own life: Peter Kravchenko

During my travels, I have met many extraordinary human beings. By sleeping here and there, I have also witnessed often one of the most horrendous social issues: homelessness.

In Kyiv, I have met Peter, a Russian artist living in the street. 

Peter draws, writes, and creates digital art mostly during the night; In the metro or on the street, as during the day time, usually he seeks for food or medical help. 

He is in a state of abandon from society. Being extremely sick, he can’t use his legs anymore because of chronic leg ulcers, caused by diabetis, and risks to die soon, even though he is pretty young—below 50yo—. 


I met him three years ago, since then, we still keep writing to each other, and Peter keeps me posted with his (dramatic) situation. 

We have held spaces for the exhibition of Peter’s art in two libraries in Helsinki in 2019: during May 2019 at the Oodi library and in July 2019 at Rikhardinkatu library. 

Those iconic libraries are symbols of sensibilization, collectiviness, and help to people, both in Finland and in the world.

The Oodi Library especially is recognized by the international community as a masterpiece of social services to the residents and a jewel of architecture.

The main goal of art exposition is to sensibilize people about homelessness through visual art made by someone sleeping rough himself.

The exhibition displays drawings, poems, music, and videos with screen projections.











Yerevan – Tehran, Cycling from Armenia to Iran on the silk road during the Iranian oil price rise protests


The cars do take distance from you when passing.
There is (mostly) only one road that goes to Iran. It has one lane per direction, and it is not always in good condition. Well, at least you don’t get lost. 
There will be considerable mountains to climb and a lot of smokey trucks.
Dogs are not dangerous.


fountains and sources.
Nearly all houses have drinking water.
The Architecture of Yerevan
Safety, no crime seen
Many people speak some English in Yerevan, everyone speaks Russian


A lot of trash on the side of the road, recycling 
Conservative mentality & Sexual repression
Roads conditions and infrastructure
Relationships with neighbor countries
Cars horn to greet you

Armenians are lovely and honest.
The country is going fast forward, in the right direction.
If the conflicts with Turkey and Azerbaijan will end, there will be a better economy and hopefully, Armenia will get closer to the EU.
The main needs of Armenia are to modernize the infrastructure, improve public transportation/cycling, and take care of the environment 
If you want to cycle through Armenia, you really need to love mountains and be fit

70% of the main roads have space outside the lane to cycle.
The cars do take distance from you when passing you.
Highways (the largest roads) are well maintained and always with side lanes, but it may be monotone to cycle all the way there.
My suggestion is to use the highways only when the other streets are hilly or in bad condition.
You can use
Komoot to see the altitude of each road. 

: it could be intimidating and unpractical though, cause every few kilometers someone will welcome you and invite you for great Persian tea.
Honesty, just a couple of people made shy attempts to cheat on me.
Safety, I never felt in danger. Unless I was holding a camera or crossing the street.
Positive self-critic from the people, both about politics and about themself. In Tehran people is open and use their brain.
Food sharing culture: people give importance to sharing meals.

Graffitis, beautifully decorated walls (when it is not propaganda).
Carpets: sitting, eating, sleeping on gorgeous carpets.
At home, people take off the shoes and there are even slippers only for the WC

Hitchhiking and taxis are almost the same thing, you can stop any car to get a ride
Iran produces almost everything by his own factories
Good infrastructure
Seven lines of metro in Tehran
Prices, you can eat at restaurants for a couple of euros.

The dictatorial bloody regime.
Propaganda and brainwash (even on modern graffitis).
Religious sexual repression
Wealth distribution needs to be improved, you can spot poverty among children
& Child labor
Discriminatory behavior towards minorities (curds, non-muslims)
Insane traffic.
No food hygiene authority
Architectural barriers, draining canals and pols
Pollution and plastic even in remote places
Animal welfare; unfortunately, many dead dogs on the side of the street and many birds in small cages
Architecture, no ancient architecture see so far, many cities are random blocks of cement made for cars.
The inefficiency of institution and services
Queues and discreet distance between people waiting in an office are inexistent
No cozy places to stop along the way
Tehran is suicidal for cyclists, and also for pedestrians. There are almost no enjoyable streets to walk through.

The gastronomy consists mostly in meat
The Quality of Iranian produced goods 
Cars use the horn to greet you

Iran is a country full of beautiful, warm, and honest people.
Here you can travel alone, and it´s like you are traveling with your friends and family.
The route I took was not really enjoyable to cycle due to traffic and landscape. The minor roads were too hilly or damaged. 
I dare to state that the Iranians have been, without a doubt, the most hospitable folk I have ever met.
At the same time, the country’s regime makes it one of the most troubled and oppressive places where I have ever been.
Iran’s regime blames America and Israel for all Iranian problems, but this seems to be a tactic to divert the attention of Iranians from local issues like corruption and totalitarianism.
I would love to come back next year and see fewer cars and more freedom.


This trip was done in October, the best weather for such a trip: September-October




20km cycled

The mutation of my bicycle, Getting out of Yerevan on an inexistent path, I fell because of dogs, China aid VS US aid, the transformation of alphabets, cars and social attention, buildings 

Once I arrived at the hostel in Yerevan (Vagary hostel), where I left my bike for a (long) while, I discovered that they had followed my words to the maximum. I remember I told them: “feel free to use my bike”. The bike has been transformed into a city bike and all accessories disappeared. There was left just the basket and the side bags, unmounted. So I bought a new bicycle, with more gears, and donated the old one to a charity.
I give a small package of chocolate to my Chinese hostel-roommate, he provides me with sunglasses. I try to refuse, but he insists, so I accept.

My back hurts severely, my hernias are alive. I am back in Yerevan, I have left the bike to a hostel for a while, the bike is transformed and there are no accessories anymore. I need to repurchase everything. From the moment that the bike is already without gadgets, I buy another one, a cheap mountain bike with 24 speeds: better than three!–as I had before–.

I got food poisoned, and I had to delay my trip. After three days of partial fasting, I depart on Sunday. I have to be slow to get to Iran, cause of my visa, it’s better to be there in about one week, so I don’t have to extend it.

As I start the journey, I get on the wrong way, on top of a mountain where the road suddenly ends. My map was wrong.

There are many dogs around. I am relaxed initially cause they seem to be quiet or even scared of me.

Suddenly, I am in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by six barking dogs. I think about going back. Still, sometimes it’s even worse to do so cause they would become even more aggressive. I realize that I have forgotten my metal stick–which is the old handlebar that I use for protection–, luckily I do have pepper spray, so I take a piece of wood on the ground as the new protection stick. Finally, the dogs are not interested in me.
After some crazy trafficked roads, I am on the street´s edge, and a dog is coming fast from a kind of fenced facility, there are also a couple of men. The dog seems to be aggressive, and other dogs back him. I get stressed, and I take my wooden stick on my right hand, trying to intimidate him. Because there is gravel on the side of the road, the front wheel slides away, and I am with my butt on the ground. All the left side of the bike is damaged, worst of all, the lens of the new camera gets damaged.
The men looked at all the scene and didn’t care to come close checking if I am fine, they don’t even keep the dogs away from me, which continue to annoy me.
It seems that the back wheel has a problem, so I stop when it is just 17.00 to check it up and to camp. I also stop because, finally, I find a spot that doesn’t have too much garbage, and the landscape is not ugly. So far, there were just cars, ugly concrete abandoned buildings, cement, dogs, waste, and trash fires.

In the tent, before falling asleep, the noise of many dogs barking around me disturbs my rest. It is night, the dogs stopped their conversations, I start to hear shootings, almost all night long.
It seems that the sunglasses were beneficial in the sunshine of these latitudes.

There is a competition: China aid versus US aid. They both provide support for Armenia with vehicles and infrastructure. It’s ironic that those two countries which have always been antagonist, are helping the same country. Maybe they both push for a strategic political alliance.

The alphabet transformation from Europe to the Middle East started already in Georgia. The Georgian and Armenian alphabets substitute Latin and Cyrillic alphabets. The two latter are similar to each other in design. The same person created both alphabets, but they don’t share anything in common in semantic.

The perfectly geometrical characters of the Latin alphabet are now replaced by more rounded and linear graphic letters. The more south-east, the more the alphabet will be longitudinal, with long lines and curves as letters in the Persian and Arabic variants.

When it happens that I talk to a girl in the street, I see groups of people stopping, staring at us, and commenting. In contrast, when there is a car commits serious violations, nobody dares—neither wishes—to look at the driver or give any comment.

It´s time to sleep. I think that big building blocks in Yerevan are much more harmonious and well designed than in other sovietic blocks in ex USSR countries.



Day 2, 


20km cycled, in total 40km

Flat tire & sleeping in the farm while witnessing the killing of pigs, castles among barracks

It’s sunny, as always. I meet the landowner of where I camped, he is first showing that he is the boss, but then he is kind to me.

In countries where the economy doesn’t go so good, some people like even more to show off. There are many unfinished ‘houses’ and other 

buildings that look more like barracks. Many Armenians are living in challenging situations. Still, there are always a few villas, luxury hotels, and restaurants around. In my opinion, there is no poor country, but just poorly administered countries that don’t distribute the wealth.

I stop at one of the numerous car repair workshops to inflate the tires. I meet ‘Gregorio’, an Armenian who lives in France, we take advance of speaking French.

I get a flat tire. The inner tube of the new bike that I bought had already a patch, that’s why, probably, the higher pressure made it go flat after just a few kilometers. Lucky, there is a place where I can stop in the shadow and do the reparation. The bike is packed, so it takes a long time to remove the bags from it. I manage to do everything, even if my back is still not in the best shape.

The sun is about to hide behind the imponent mountain Ararat, on my right side. Looking at the map, it seems that that area is now in Turkish territory cause the border is just a few hundred meters away.

I don’t find an appropriate place where to camp, I have in front of me, on the right side, an oil refinery and soon there will be a village on the left, this equals to no chances of camping.
I see a building, and I go to ask if I can camp there. There is a man, his kid, and the wife; they are kind and offer me to sleep inside. I accept the offer because it’s late and I understand that there may be dogs outside, even though I always prefer to sleep in my tent.

At first sight, I could not understand that the building was a farm, but I realize it when I hear the scream of cows and pigs.
While talking to me kindly, the man goes inside the farm, and then I ask him something, he comes out of it with a knife in one hand and a piglet in another. I realize the origin of the many pig’s skins on the ground. I feel quite uncomfortable but I know that it’s not a situation I can stop, therefore, I think about how I could give an opinion about animal’s welfare in such circumstances when we don’t even have a common language.
There were two more kids there. I told them that I love pigs. At that moment, I thought to be a more strict vegetarian (even in Iran?!). I wrote a postcard for the family, mentioning that I appreciate their kindness, adding that being kind to animals, makes you also feel good.
In the morning, I am awakened from the screams of the pigs, and I start to picture in my mind someone killing the piglets. All this makes me hurry up and get ready to go, leaving that place of death.



Day 3,


30km cycled, in total 70km

Mountains and sun, a lot! Worrying visits in the night

Too much sun and too many mountains. In these conditions, I am about to switch into survival mode, the water finishes, and my energy as well.

It’s impressive how resilient we are; I feel that the human body and spirit, is made to go through anything.

I am on the top of the mountain, and I have finished all my four liters of water. After almost one hour of sweating to climb up, losing body fluids, I finally manage to stop a car to get some water. The man was so kind that he offered me two bottles of water and even fruit.

I cross many Iranian trucks. They are in such deplorable conditions, struggling to make it through the mountains.

I got waken up but a noise of something, or someone, roaming around the tent. I first think it’s a thief. Then I am afraid it’s a dog that does not even bark—the most dangerous ones!—I can’t sleep, I wrap up in the middle of the tent to avoid any bites. The time is passing, and I don’t know what to do, I can’t even look outside cause the only place I can use to peep out it´s the main entrance of the tent. I need to pee, so I do take a look outside, the moon emits a lot of light, so I can see shadows, far away, of something moving with four legs. I get back in the tent as fast as I can, I get the pepper spray and the wooden stick in my hands to be ready.

After a while, I manage to look outside thought a ventilation gap in the tent, and I finally realize what I have in front of me.

They are lovely horses, roaming around the field without even a Sheppard.





Day 4,


24 km cycled, in total 94km

Stomachache: again diarrhea, downhill (finally!), wine & fellow bikepackers

Eating just fruits and some local sweets made with grape syrop is not helping much. Probably the lack of hygiene in the preparation of those sweets, or eating the vegetables with the peel, it’s the root problem.

I see on the map that there are wine yards nearby. I order a glass of wine in a venue where I stop to eat, and it’s exceptionally tasteful: fruity, sweet, and full-bodied.

While cycling on a road with many street sellers, I see a bike packer coming in my direction. To be more precise, I don’t see him, cause a bandana entirely covers his face. Once he takes off his bandana, I see he is Asian. He is Chinese, and he speaks only mandarin; still, we manage to talk together and make friendship. While we talk, there is another fellow bike tourer coming in our direction, he is a french teacher in pension, he stops just for short, and then he leaves.

It’s about 16.00, not yet the routine time to stop cycling, but we decide to stop and camp together, we even get a free wine tasting from a street seller.



Day 5,



41 km cycled, total km 135

The oldest winery on earth, kind Armenians, flat tire (again!), camping in the trash

Leaving Kun is like leaving a good friend, knowing that you will never meet again.


I see on the map that a fellow cyclist marked “the oldest winery on earth”. I am interested in winery and agriculture, so I go to explore the museum. It does slow down my schedule because I went there in the morning when I haven´t even cycled 10 km; however, I think that it’s an exciting place to visit. It was worth it. I didn’t even know that Armenia had this Guinness record.

That place was also utilized for dark rituals, sacrificing the person that made the wine.

Several people offered me food and drinks, and they even helped me with the reparation of the bicycle. It seems that the closer I get to Iran, the friendlier the people are.

I pump my wheels a bit more to go faster with fewer efforts.

After a few hours, the front tire is flat; luckily, it happened in a place where I had shade, and locals even helped me. I have Iranian inner tubes; it seems that they are of low quality and get damaged simply by pumping them too much.

In shops here, it’s impossible to find an inner tube, let alone one of better quality.

Because of the flat tire—and also diarrhea—it’s almost dark, and I don’t find an appropriate spot to camp. I camp at a place, along the river, where people had picnics. I didn´t see anyone there, but I can assume it from the amount of trash left around: plastic everywhere. You can’t make one step without walking on it.

It seems that the government is ‘trying’ to improve the situation by placing some signs about the issue. Still, there is nowhere to see bins and zero control of law enforcement about people throwing away nearly anything in the environment.

Before sleeping, I think about the question that people sometimes ask me: “Why you do it, and why alone?”.

There are times that I even forget myself the answer, or I don’t find the right vocabulary to communicate it in Russian.

The reason I have tonight, it’s the marvelousness of going to sleep, not knowing which great things may happen to you tomorrow. Which lovely people you may meet or what kind of astonishing sceneries will you admire.



Day 6,


32 km cycled, total km 167

Climbing mountains through the Indiana Jones silk road and the horror toilet

Today I am officially cycling through the silk road. It’s incredible to see how much up and down you have to do. I can’t imagine people doing it, hundreds of years ago, with animals.

At the current time, there are zero tunnels, so you have to climb all the mountains. The road is in poor condition, there are incredibly sharp turns without asphalt nor guardrails, right below them, there are about 2.300 meters of free fall.

In a shop, a kind man offers me tea, fruits and to go to eat inside of his home. I ask him: “toilet?”, this was a big mistake.

Once in the ‘toilet’, I am about to vomit. It was a small cabin with a little hole in the ground, the brown matter was everywhere, even where you would put your feet, the smell was nauseating. Unfortunately, hygiene still needs close attention in Armenia. Food handling is also an issue: food deliverers give bread—and other edibles—by hands, without putting it into bags. They even touch money and then food again.

Food sellers and supermarkets put the food on any surface, leaving it under the sun for days—or maybe weeks and months—in plastic containers.



Day 7,


30 km cycled, total km 197

Freezing, hospitable people, strange Armenian gastronomy, never again an Iranian inner tube! 


I slept on the mountains at about 1.200 meters, and my two lightweight sleeping bags were not warm enough. The temperature in the night was probably a few degrees above zero.

While my body was freezing, I was dreaming of a warm fireplace; it was a bit like the tale of ‘The little match girl´, but with a happy ending.

I need to get woolen socks.

Suddenly people are more and more hospitable. Today I got offered breakfast and a snack.

I had food at a family restaurant. The menu was not so broad, just two dishes to choose from and both with meat. The guy who owns the place was talking to me all the time. He was in a ‘lager’ in Germany and seemed to have had some questionable past—or present?—, At least from his look, his watch, and his tattoos on the hands.

Anyway, he was friendly to me. He offered me an excellent service—where he also auto-included a tip of 200 drams—.

The restaurants in Armenia are incredibly peculiar; they often have many separate rooms where people would eat, and not one big space. Another particular thing is that, at the end of a meal, there is seldom a dessert and, strangely enough, in some restaurants, they don’t have wine, but vodka.

The shop owner that sold be the current bicycle in Yerevan was Iranian. He told me to buy also an extra inner tube for safety, suggesting me to buy an Iranian one (branded “Iran Yasa”). I did it, and this was my biggest mistake ever so far on this trip.

Back in Europe, I never even thought there could be such a low-quality inner tube. Sincerely, I have always bought the cheapest ones which worked perfectly fine. There are two Iranian inner tubes in the tires, and I had purchased a spare one. All of them go flat if I inflated above two bars, while the ideal pressure—to drive smoothly without friction—is 4 bars. Today I had to repair, for the third time on this trip, an inner tube. They get holes just by themself. The gum that composes them is not uniform, and you can see that in many points, they are much thinner, with some ‘v’ shapes, which are ‘standard’ factory defects.

It will be a challenge to find a spare inner tube now, let alone a good quality one.

So far, I have asked in many shops; nobody has them. Therefore I have to drive with half-inflated tires and stop to repair them from time to time. As result, pedaling is getting harder and harder, for sure on the mountains.

Above all, today, I had to stop to repair the back fender, which also took time and energy. I guess that from now on, whenever it read: ‘made in Iran’ on something, I will not buy it, except for carpets or food!



Day 8,


30 km cycled, total km 227

Lost sunglasses, visiting Goris, bike repair

While on the road to Goris, I notice that I don’t have the sunglasses in the basket.

The present from my Chinese hostel friend is lost!

They were handy with the shining sun that, even in late October, is still hard to manage.

Goris is a nice little town on top of a mountain; the people here a not too friendly but neither annoying.

There are big holes for water to drain at the two sides of the road; therefore, if I get on the edge of the street, I risk to kill myself.

This situation is nothing unusual in Armenia. The road can be hazardous here.

My main hope, while on the way to Goris, was to find good quality inner tubes.

Once I arrived, after some searching around, I do find a shop that sells them: a toy shop. They have just one Chinese ‘brand,’ and these tubes are even a little smaller than my wheel.

However, I buy three of them, making the shop owner happy and giving myself a chance to inflate the wheels to four bars without having the tube exploding.

I stop in a hidden corner of the road, I set up my tent, and I do the tube change, hoping for the best.



Day 9,


35 km cycled, total km 262

Finally not freezing in the night, humbleness of not using the internet, Iranian inner tubes: the ultimate flat tire, smog, fasting, cars without number plates and sharp turns without guardrails.

Yesterday I made a new, more accurate cycling and camping plan. I decided that I will ride through the flattest roads after Tabriz in Iran, once the mountains are passed.

For camping, I will try to pitch the tent on low altitudes cause on the mountains, it is too cold to sleep, and I don’t have the right gear with me for that.

I have also discovered that the 20$ pop-up tent that I bought in Yerevan is waterproof. Although this makes it wet inside if I don’t keep some air passing, cause it has only one layer.

During my cycling, I prefer not to use the internet. In case of emergency, I may use it, but otherwise, I don’t want to. This way, I feel free, living in the present, with the locals.

Another particular, yet underestimated phenomena, is that we all think that others can’t stay without us contacting them almost daily. We believe that our loved ones—siblings, partners, parents, friends—may not ‘survive’ without having news from us or without our guidance.

Being off-line for a while will teach us that all will be good with them and that we are just part of society, we are not the protagonists.

I had have bought three ‘Chinese’ tubes in a toy shop, and this was the only alternative to the horrible Iranian tubes.

I substitute the front one in the morning, and then I inflate both tires to the right pressure to see if all is good. I have to climb a mountain, so I prefer to test them now, uphill —it’s safer—. The new Chinese inner tube keeps the pressure correctly, the last Iranian tube, on the back wheel, goes flat after a few hours. I have to stop and change it, for the fifth time! Two of my clamps to remove the tube broke, now I have only the last one, if it also breaks, I may have troubles.

I have eaten some low-quality Russian cookies and chocolate in the morning. Until the end of the trip (35 km), there are no shops where to buy anything, not even street sellers, so I don’t eat anything else. Fasting makes me feel good; this way, I drink a lot of water, and I enjoy the water as it would be a meal. Same for the air, which is supposedly clean at these altitudes (about 2.000mt). Unfortunately, black clouds are continually coming from exhaust pipes of trucks, I struggle to breathe.

There are many beautiful things in Armenia, sadly enough, traffic and roads are not on the list of the best that this country has to offer.

You can sometimes see even drunken people driving cars. They make insane overtakes, coming in my direction from the other side of the road. Several times I had to go out of the lane to avoid collisions.

I saw today at least ten cars without even number plates.

Due to the poor maintenance, cars and trucks stop on the side of the road regularly.

There are even trucks that, creatively, use toilet components as spare parts.

On top of the peak of the mountain, there are sharp turns without guardrails. In some cases, there is not even asphalt on the road. It becomes easy to do a fly of thousand of meters down the mountain; also cause half of the street has holes in the asphalt.



Day 10,


15 km cycled, total km 277

Abandoned dogs & animal welfare, my temporary family, Christianity = Fascism?

Many abandoned dogs are just left one street. People hit dogs and other animals without any care.

I search for a restaurant but instead, I find a family.

The map showed me that there was a place where to eat nearby, it was well hidden but I managed to find it.

I am welcomed like a friend or a family member.

I make good friendship with all the staff, which is a family, I even play chess with the small daughter of the owner, and I lose badly, she is extremely talented and smart.

Once I leave, we hug and they don´t want me to pay for the food, I find it eccessive kidness, but finally I give up and I accept the family treatment.

Armenia was the first officially Christian country in the world. Christianity, as fascism and other dictatorships, was at the beginning used to obtain power, torturing and killing people. Now Christianity is seen as a holy practice that does good deeds. But, what’s the difference between archaic Christianity and fascism? Could we not also say that fascism, now, can be holy and good cause is not doing anymore the cruelty it did in the past?



Day 11,


30 km cycled, total km 307

Getting lighter, the Meghri pass with a new friend, kids driving cars, non-breathable air: the closer to Iran the more smell and darkness of exhaust gas, experiencing an antipasto of Iranian hospitality 



I have donated the most of my heavier items to people I met, so I can cycle light to go up the last mountain.

Before the last mountain (the Meghri Pass of 2.500mt), I meet Nestor, a fellow bike traveler, we entertain each other with a lot of talking, therefore the climbing to the top of the mountain goes faster than expected and we are on the peak without even realizing it. We reach together the border with Iran.

Unfortunately, both me Nestor acknowledges that in Armenia, there are many kids of about 10yo driving cars. Let´s hope that the situation will change soon.

The thick black smoke coming from the exhaust pipes of trucks and cars is omnipresent, but getting closer to the border with Iran, it gets worse. Because of the smoke, I continually stop to put a cloth on my nose, or I keep the breathe altogether.



After the mountain, I and Nestor freeze going downhill, so we think to ask some houses to sleep indoor. We knock at the door of a group of Kurdish Iranians that bring us inside the house before we could ask anything. They feed us, we are treated like princes (of Persia!), and we are not even in Iran yet!





Day 12, IRAN! 


40 km cycled, total km 347

Smokey night, the most disorganized border crossing (to Iran), the floor as a table and as a bed, goodbye to Nestor


It was one of the funniest nights yesterday. Still, I could almost not sleep cause everybody was smoking inside. Te fireplace was incredibly smokey too, and above all, we went to sleep at midnight, while I am used going to sleep at sunset, around seven o’clock.

Once on Iranian territory—finally!—the situation is really chaotic: the same check point and luggage inspection is used for both directions, the guards don’t tell you anything about what you have to do, the only thing they told me, was:”have you ever been to Israel?”, “no” —I replied—“why not”—the guard asked—“because I didn’t have time—I said. The only ones who he helped me to figure out how to pass through the luggage scanner were other travelers, telling me what I was supposed to do. The toilets of the facility are disgusting,and once you are outside, there is still one last check point: a cabin with a bed and a man without uniform which asks your documents, but he doesn’t stop everyone, he just stops people randomly. He asked me where I was from, I told him: “Belgium”, while he had my Belgian passport in his hands, he could not understand which country Belgium was, he finally called me Bulgarian. At the same time, you are surrounded by rude, nosy, and abandoned kids which start to touch all your stuff. It seems to be in the favelas. I thought the Ajatollah would send kids to school and give them a future, as his less religious collègue Lukashenko in Belarus does.

In Iran, people don’t use tables for eating, but the floor. It may seem weird and unpractical, but it’s a great way of having an almost unlimited space for guests. You can always fit; there is no need to add chairs or have a bigger table. The table does not occupy space, you can use the full room´s area, which is such a cool thing. Same is true for sleeping, even though there are beds in Iran, the thick Persian carpets are a comfortable surface to sleep on, above all, nobody wears shoes inside; therefore they are clean.

Nestor prefers to get hospitality from people at home, while I prefer to sleep in the tent, so we said goodbye before the sunset, we will probably catch up on the way.




Day 13, 


35 km cycled, total km 382

Food poisoning, again and again!, the good of cycling and camping, terrorism in Iran (=cars), the Ayatollah always with you, visit at the tent

I am not sure if I got poisoned by the food I eat yesterday or today. Still, one thing is sure: in Armenia, there are severe issues with food hygiene, and I guess that in Iran will be no different. Food, one of the many things that I wanted to enjoy, is probably something I should forget.

Two other factors that bring me down are that people here eat a lot of meat and they have food late in the evening.

Since a while I avoid meat, and I normally do intermittent fasting by not eating after midday to improve my digestion.

Many people don´t realize it, but there are many many positive sides of camping and cycling:

Everywhere there is a potential toilet.

You don’t have to do home cleaning.

All land is (potentially) your house.

You don’t have to pay any rent.

Many people think about terrorism when they thing about Iran.

The only terror that can be felt is from the traffic, because otherwise, people are lovely. I think that if road safety will improve, removing car culture, the country would be a great model for the world.

Since I am in Iran, I have seen the picture of the Ayatollah at least every five minutes. I guess that it would be easy to recognize him if I see him in the street, but I am not sure if he would hang out with me.



I don’t find an adequate camping place, and it’s almost dark, I camp in a cultivated field in front of a house. I hear dogs, and I attempt to go to the nearby building to introduce myself, but nobody is at home.



After I set up the tent, a Sheppard comes with sheep’s, I go towards him, and two big dogs come to me, luckily they only smell me. I tell him that I would like to put the tent in front of his house, he says it’s okay.

Half an hour later he comes with a friend which speaks some English. They tell me that, at night, they free the dog and it would be dangerous for me to sleep there. They help me to move the tend and they even make a long trip to bring me water.



Day 14, 


55 km cycled, total km 437

Police Sleeping in the car, shitty streets, burning plastic in ‘recycling centers’, kidnapped

I cross a police car which is stopping vehicles for control—so called control, cause they don´t do much work—, one policeman was sleeping soundly in the car. This circumstance reminded me of Latvia, where I have witnessed the same thing.

The sun is high in the sky, and I start to smell some brown matter, I look under my shoes, I don’t see anything.

I see a consistent amount of smelly poo in front of me—am I on one of the main highways of Iran—.

There is no way to avoid the soft droppings. They cover almost all the width of the lane, for kilometers.

The smell is much more intense than the standard animals poo´s smell, it seems to smell almost like human or dog poo.

Most of the trucks here don’t have any protection on the backside. Therefore, there is always the risk that they lose part, or all, of their loading. When I see them, especially the ones carrying rocks, I keep myself far from them.

As I arrive on the outskirts of Marand, the second town I crossed, I am surrounded by brick-fenced rectangular areas. I don’t understand their usage. Seeing through the gate, I discover that they contain trash, somewhat selected.


From one of those areas, there is a dark, smelly smoke rising up. Instead of recycling the plastic, they burn it or they burn electrical cables for copper.

It’s getting dark, and I took a longer route to check if I could go through a minor road to avoid cars.

A young boy, working in a Cafe at the other side of the road, crosses the many (dangerous) lanes running. I look at him and I wonder why the hell would he cross so fast. After short, I discovered that he did it to approach me. He tells me to stay in the city and to book a hotel instead of camping. I am not sure why, but he is insisting about it. I thank him for the kindness and reply that I have to go.

One kilometer later, a car stops in front of me blocking my way, a man comes out of the vehicle.

He doesn´t speak English but I understand that he is a cyclist too cause his car is carrying a bicycle. He takes the bicycle and asks the wife to drive away with the car, so he can cycle with me. He invites me to sleep at his place and after, he would ride with the bicycle with me to Tabriz. And this is precisely what happens.

Now I have a new friend called Hedar. 



Day 15,


76 km cycled, total km 513

Stomachache, terrorists and burkas


I don’t even know if it makes sense to count or write that I got, yet, food poisoned. I usually fast in these situations, but I just fasted a few days ago, and I wonder how many times should I fast.

The resolution for tomorrow is either fasting or eating in some spotless place.


Today, it happened several times that I have crossed my path with Iranian terrorists, car terrorists!

Those reckless drivers were going the wrong way on the motor road. Even a gigantic truck did it.

As a sign of a protest, and also to promote female emancipation, I am wearing a scarf in Burka style, so that people looking from the back think that I am a woman and they would not kill me.

I am curious to see the effects in the long run.



Day 16, TABRIZ

0 km cycled, total km 513

Relax in Tabriz, men and women in Iran, bike-packers giving up


For the first time after two weeks of cycling from Yerevan, I have rested all day.

By resting, I mean not cycling, cause I did walk around the city of Tabriz—the former capital of Iran—all day long.

I have just learned that in Iran, already as kids, you have female and male separation. In the first year of school, boys are separated from the girls.


Men hang out with men and women with women. There is almost no interaction between the two sexes. In many cases, women are kept away if there is a man present. Therefore, I have spent most of the time with my host without the wife.

So far, I have met five bike-touring fellows. Unfortunately, two of them gave up the trip and returned home for health reasons. It is not sure, but it may be something related to food poisoning.




10 km cycled, total km 523

Men hands in hands and kissing me, beautiful decorations on walls, the country of the picnics: El Goli Park

I have seen several times adult men walking hands in hands. I have even been stopped, several times, by older men who kissed my hands and even attempted to kiss me quite ‘romantically’. I am interested in knowing how it comes, but I could not ask about it.

It’s astonishing to see how many walls have beautiful decorations. There are mostly graffiti picturing nature. But also some smart metaphors about education and culture.

I can’t cycle 10 kilometers without noticing groups, mostly families, sitting on the ground in parks—or wherever—having picnics.

In El-goli Park, on the edge of Tabriz, I have found the paradise for ‘picnickers’ and outdoors addicted. I finally decided to camp here cause it’s carefully well kept, and there are magnificent areas for camping, sports, recreation, and more, mostly for free.



Day 18, 


60 km cycled, total km 583

Cold & rain, the genocide of dogs

After sleeping at the beautiful El-Goli Park, I start my journey early in the morning. I notice that there is some little rain, carelessly I go anyways.

A kind man stops me, inviting for food & drinks. I refuse cause I need to go to toilet. I wanted to use just an empty field, Iranian WC’s are not for me, they have strong smells.

Later on, I almost feel guilty to not have accepted; the man was about to beg me.

Just in 60 kilometers, I have spotted three dead dogs—one of them may have been even a fox— . I see dozens of them abandoned on the edge of the road feeling lost.





Day 19,

BENEH KOHOL- BAYAT, east Azerbaijan

50 km cycled, total km 633

Tent igloo: gas chamber, the invisible Persian architecture, Iranian food: rice and meat, bottled pee, Iranian red crescent, impossible to not be contaminated: water with soap 

For the first day, at an altitude of about 2.000mts, the tent freezes (litterally). All the condensation of my breath on the tent forms a layer of ice, which makes me feel less cold cause there is less humidity.

I made the mistake of eating before going to sleep. I hoped to feel less cold and that some (Iranian)digestion pills would help me.

I ended up releasing so much gas from my belly, that if I would had my head longer than two minutes inside of the sleeping bag, I would have died. If there would have been a C0 detector in the tent, it would go on all the time.

Allegedly, the Persian empire existed since more than 10.000 years, yet, I didn’t see any building from ancient times.

It’s already a week that I am in Iran and I have seen, for 90% of the time, people eating only rice and meat. Sometimes the menu of a restaurant/snack does not include anything else. Eventually, you can also get lentils. With my digestive issues, due also to food hygiene, I really don’t know what to eat, it seems impossible to keep any vegetarian diet.

Because of Islam, it’s not customary in Iran to pee on the side of the road. I wonder how people do if they need to pee while they are driving.

Looking at the edge of the street I get the answer. I see many plastic bottles that contain yellowish liquids.

I have stopped several times at red crescents centers to ask for water; nobody has ever opened me. Today I was sure that someone was inside the building cause I heard some noise, yet nobody came to the door.

I miss the public drinking water fountains of Armenia and Georgia. In Iran, there are not many of them.

Today I finished all the water, I finally find a medical building, they are kind, and they let refill my bottles.

Tap water is not drinkable here, so they give me water from a bottle, I notice the bottle is a soap bottle, while they pour the water in my container, it makes foam.

It’s surprising and worrying that something like this happens in a medical center.



Day 20, BAYAT, east Azerbaijan – GHARA BOUTA

75 km cycled, total km 708

Customer service: the strongest survive & difficulty of basic communication, a shop sells open bottles of water, poverty but no homelessness, wrong street signs

I get always served after customers who came later than me in restaurants.

Already twice happened that when I order something—or better, I think to have ordered something—, and I don’t get any food at all until I go again to ask.

For some reason, people don’t understand basic sings in Iran.

I think that I am quite communicative and I managed to communicate in many countries, but here I struggle.

At a fast food, I point to the dish that I would like to order, and the staff still doesn’t understand. In a shop, I show a napkin to the clerk to ask him to sell me a packet of Napkins, and he wants to sell me a notebook instead.

I don´t always find driking fountains, thereforeI need sometimes to buy water. From the moment it seems that even in medical centers they give contaminated water, I buy it from the shop. Once I open it, after I left the shop, I discover that the bottle was already open. It has been used several times. I don’t even go to the shop to complain: they would not understand, or maybe that’s the way it works in Iran.

After cycling a bit, I see people in a truck collecting muddy and polluted river water, and I hope it’s not the same water that I have in the bottle.


So far, I have seen many poor people, unfortunately. There were even kids in terrible conditions. Fortunately, I didn’t see any homeless people (yet). I crossed just three main cities, but it seems that there are no homeless.

I am 90 km away from the next city, “Zanjan”. I know it for sure cause I checked on several maps. However, I cross a street sign showing that the city is 120 km from me.

After twenty kilometers, another street sign states that “Zanjan” is still 120 km away. The concept of distance is maybe relative in Iran, not sure if there is any Iranian Einstein behind these signs.



Day 21, 


60 km cycled, total km 768

Food poisoning: Fasting, trucks crash next to the tent: traffic security (stones), the first cheaters, looping water, the motorized death match of animals, chance to get to Tehran 

I am not able to sleep, My belly is hurting, and I feel like vomiting, which I don’t want to do. This time the issue was for sure an egg with tomato sauce that I eat in a snack. I get diarrhea, and I wake up often.

While I am awake at night cause of my intestinal cramps, I hear a metal noise of a car crash just a few hundred meters from my tent. I see smoke, and I am anxious that someone died cause from the sound it seemed to be trucks.

I run to the place, and I discover that indeed two trucks crashed, mandarins cover the street, and one man is bleeding on his head.

I do my best to help; luckily it´s not life-threatening, and after about 20 minutes from the accident, an ambulance comes, finally.

I go back to sleep, and it’s 5.00 am.

In the morning, I start cycling at around 9.30, the street of the ‘highway’ is full of large stones on the emergency lane, and even on the slow track. Those are either lost-cargo from trucks or were put there by purpose when cars had panne, with the aim of ‘signalize’ the emergency; those stones are dangerous.

I stop to get some water at a ‘melons’ kiosk; there are father and son working there. They seem friendly, and they even share with me their dislike for the Ayatollah. I see that they have a fountain with a closed circulation pump—which means that the water is always the same—that they use to clean things, I think about my stomach and how dirty that water can be.

They first try, unsuccessfully, to exchange money with me, so that I would give them some euros. Then they want to charge me about 7 euros for a melon and two bottles of water. This would equal in Europe to be paying 100 euros for a sandwich in a restaurant.

I threaten them saying that I am going to call police. Still, once I see that I don’t know even the number of police, and my phone doesn’t work cause I don’t have a local Simcard, I give them 1/8 of what they asked me, which I think is reasonable.

Many trucks with animals, mostly sheep, pass in front of me on the way. I see those animals crowded on two-level trucks; they are fastened somehow to keep the head down, some of them are already dead on the vehicle.

Every time I see I truck, I say to myself to have a more vegetarian-vegan diet, but it is hard here.

An empty truck, not used to transport animals, stops in front of me, and the driver asks me if I want to get on with the bike, so he would bring me to the Theran, cause that is his destination.

The proposal tempts me, but I refuse. Once he leaves, I think that I may accept such an offer just for emergencies.

In fact, I have my eyes burning. I am not sure if it’s because of the sun or of the sunglasses. Anyway, if they may be painful next days. I may need to really search for such a kind truck driver to get me to Tehran.



Day 22, 


40 km cycled, total km 808

Sunburn, no possible to visit a university, police visit, freezing 

Too much sun and too many days of continuous cycling give me a severe sunburn. Now I am so tired and distressed that I can’t continue cycling. I plan to stop early because I also have an intense headache.

There is a large university campus in front of me, I always like to visit universities around the world, so I go to the gate. The guard stops me and tells me that I can’t enter.

I stop in a nearby park at just 13.00. The place is well kept, except for one of its sides, which is full of trash. My sleep starts already around 14.00, and I plan to sleep until the day after. Once I get asleep, I hear someone coming to the tent. It’s a policeman. Behind him, there is another man in a uniform of a different color. The agent looks into the tent. He tells me that it’s dangerous to camp there, I don’t understand which are the dangers, I try to convince him that it’s all good and I am going to leave in the early morning, without disturbing anyone. They are friendly, and they go after short. Still, I don’t understand if I am allowed to sleep in that area but I am too tired and too sick to bother to move. Also cause it is dark, move everything in the dark is complicated—I have already lost some accessories to move the tent in the dark—.

Some sweet dreams are in my mind when I get awaken by the hear of shouting, I look outside, and I see a man without uniform. He is on a motorcycle talking to me from far distant. He seems authoritarian, and I guess he tells me that I have to go away, but again, I am too tired to do anything, so I fall asleep one more time. Just half an hour is passed when the same man comes to the tent with a thick stick and a bright lamp in his hands. He tells me that it’s dangerous to stay there and I should move to a place close to the entrance of the park, where he can see—and guard—me, he is friendly and brings me tea. Regardless of his warmth, I freeze in the night, especially my toes are cold.



Day 23,

25 km cycled, total km 808


Breakfast with the guard, Crossing the city mostly by foot , side roads without any life, ‘induced student’s protest’: blocked by police called terrorist, the police prevents me from going near the square where the protest gathered, blaming America for rainy days, female clothing shops forbidden to men, at the post office they don’t know what a postcard is


The kind guard of yesterday offered me—or better ‘forced me’—to have breakfast with him. He was kind, and he literally gave me all the food he had. He gave me tomatoes, explaining to me that he had no teeth and could not eat it. It was a bit sad; I wanted to ask him if it’s expensive to have dental care in Iran, but finally, I didn’t.

It’s already hundreds of kilometers that I am cycling on the highway cause the other roads are either too small, too damaged, or too steep. Today I decided to take a minor way; on the map, it seems that they are not steep anymore. There was not much more to see on the alternative street. It’s a bit sad to cycle so long and not find any enjoyable architecture, villages, or places where to stop. The thing I see the most is garbage.

I arrive in Zanjan, and I am excited to visit a town finally!

The main street is too trafficked, I take a smaller road, and there is absolutely nothing there, so I go again on a primary avenue.

I cross a large crowd of teenagers and kids. They are all female, marching, holding many signs.

The first thing that comes to my mind is that they are doing a folk event for school.

I am wrong, and as soon as I see the first sing that they hold, I understand: it´s a march against the USA and Israel. It’s sad to see so many kids (obviously)pushed to do such a manifestation. They have even pictures of the US flag in flames, but one of the kids—without even being aware of it—was wearing a t-shirt with a big American flag on it. I also manage to take some pictures and interview a local that explained his point.

However, I felt assaulted cause a considerable crowd of the teenagers blocked me, and for a while, I could´t move. They were just curious, and it was like being a superstar. However, I didn’t feel comfortable having so many bodies pushing me and touching everything and everywhere.

One kid asked me where I was from; I said: “from the USA”—yes, it’s dangerous to say that in such a situation, but I felt safe and I was too curious to see how they would react—. They were not aggressive by knowing that I was (supposedly) American, and indeed I told them after short that I was not American.

The Iranian government blames the USA for everything.

If the economy goes bad in Iran, who´s fault? The USA!

If the products made in Iran are of low quality, who´s fault? The USA!

If there are too many car accidents in Iran, who´s fault? The USA!

If there is pollution in Iran, who´s fault? The USA!

If people in Iran need to pay the government thousands of euros to get out of the county, who´s fault? The USA!

If there is a rainy day in Iran, who’s fault?

I think that this aggressive blaming approach will not bring anything good to Iran. The students should first learn all the side of the story, having full access to the internet—which is censored in Iran—. And then they could make their conclusions, without being pushed by the government.

Iran is a strong country; many products are made in Iran, starting from sweets ending with trucks. The government should better seek negotiation and, maybe, do the step of stopping any military actions that may trigger international worrying, such us Uranium enrichment.

The police get suspicious about the fact that I take pictures. I notice that I am the only one that does so, I didn’t see anyone else taking any pictures.

I get my passport checked, and a kid says to me: ‘terrorist!’.

It is all not that aggressive, but I did get a bit annoyed, especially cause the police didn’t allow me to pass through the square and wanted me to go away.

I go around searching for some shops; I need warm socks, and I look for woolen socks, there were many sheeps on the way so I thought that I would find good warm socks. I want to send postcards and buy an Iranian Simcard (for emergencies).

There are some female clothing shops, but the entrance is forbidden to men. The only socks I find are made of synthetic materials. I don´t buy socks.

I am not allowed to buy a Simcard in a standard phone shop, because I am a foreigner; consequently, I have to visit a post office.

At the post office, they tell me that another post office can make the Simcard for me, not them.

I go to the other post office. After waiting almost one hour, being asked a lot of information such as the first name of my father, fingerprints, and having all other customers (physically) pushing me to their requests to the clerk while I was being serviced; they tell me that I have to wait six hours for my Simcard.

I ask to send a postcard; they don’t know what it is—n.b. I am in a post office—. I try to explain what a postcard is; they don’t understand, they say that I need to use phone apps to send messages to other countries, it seems they don’t even have letters sending services.



Day 24, 


60 km cycled, total km 868

Frosted tent and bicycle, night’s sounds: trains making noise as tractors and tractors making noise as trains, religious singing at 5.00 am, gas chamber restaurant, sad dogs, happy about close arrival in Tehran, villages that remind me of Belarus and North Korea, no USA but yes Coca-Cola, the smaller the town the more covered the faces of the women, Locals not understanding 

Camping at 1.800 meters of altitude is not the most comfortable way to sleep if you don´t have an extra-thick sleeping bag.

I don´t even realize that it is so high up because all this area of Iran is high. Hence, I have climbed just a bit higher than normally, but the difference is noticeable.

There was ice and frost on the tent; and on the bicycle too. The water in the bottle partially was frozen. I guess that the temperature was at least -3°C. For the first time, due to the cold, I had to stop writing my diary in the tent; even thoguh I was wearing ALL the clothes I had, I have never done it before.

I packed my tent while it was still frozen, and after ten hours, it was still with ice pieces when I opened it again.

The hardest part was the morning. The night was bearable thanks to the many layers of clothing and also the negative temperatures—with less humidity—.

In the night, except for the omnipresent sound of barking dogs, I also hear something like a tractor.

I am surprised that it makes such a big noise, but then I realize that it’s a train, a diesel locomotive—or Deisel, as they write (faulty) in Iran—. Later, I hear something that I think it’s a train, but it’s a tractor.

Those two noises, in conjunction with the barking of the dogs, accompany me all night long. At 5.00 I hear someone singing, it’s the Islamic chanting, which—strangely enough—happens at 5.00 am.

I remember my host waking up at that time to pray.


I still didn’t manage to ask anyone why this is so.

Today I have just decided almost not to stop when I cross a restaurant around 13.00, the perfect time to stop. As I enter the large restaurant, I smell a strong smell of methane. There is, for sure, a leak somewhere, but the people inside are eating and chilling.
I am unsure whether I should stay or go. I ignore the possibility of telling anyone about the smell because I am quite sure that the staff knows it, but nobody bothers to repair the leak.

Finally, I decide to stay, risking to explode for a dish of white, Iranian rice.

I am on my way again; I shorten my break to avoid any explosion. My family would not understand that it was not terrorism, but something else, maybe more dangerous.

There are more and more abandoned dogs on the street; again, many dead bodies too. Those are the saddest dogs I have seen on my path. The poor creatures are often only puppies and are almost in skeleton. I have heard that dogs, in Islamic cultures, are seen as dirty animals, but still, they should not abandon them.

Once a few kilometers are passed, I do get a joy feeling looking at the map, Theran is just a couple of hundreds of kilometers away.

In about three days of cycling, I will arrive and, finally, rest. I do love to cycle, but it had been almost one month of non-stop cycling, and I need for sure a long rest. My eyes need to be away from the sun, cause they hurt—I have got already a sunburn—; also, my knees start to hurt.

Moreover, I would like to talk to some fellow travelers, to my loved ones, and to connect to the internet.

I have decided not to use the internet on my way, so I don’t get distracted, and I enjoy the present moment with locals.

There is a village that I have to cross before putting my tent, the broad streets and the empty monuments remind me of dictatorships like Belarus or North Korea.

It’s ironic that here in Iran, everybody is against America, the government blocks American websites. Still, they do support the biggest (American) multinational of the world: Coca-Cola. No snack does not have it, and sometimes it’s the only drink they have!

As I cycle along the village-town, I notice women turning their heads away from me and closing their hijab like a burka. It’s not a nice feeling for me, but I guess that in Theran they will be a bit more open-minded.

It’s almost sunset, even though the clock marks only 16.30, I need to find an appropriate sunny place to pitch my tent so that it can dry because this morning I packed it frozen.

I ask two men if I can place the tent nearby. I show them the tent, I do the sign with my hands, and I even use Google translator to make them understand. They both reply the same, pointing with the finger to another direction: “hotel”.



Day 25, 


72 km cycled, total km 940

Night creatures, Sexual repression, one model of motorcycle for one country, the navigator hates me, useless police, cars mechanics as coffee shops, a lot of sheeps but no woolen socks, Iranian mustache, rich and poor kids, a car stops to ask my Instagram, double Ayatollah & triple Ayatollah...

The night is full of sounds, some scarier than others.

I hear a mix of animal sounds. I recognize dogs for sure, but there is another sound that I can’t identify, it seems a howl, a wolf’s call.

On the way, it happened already four or five times that really kind men, approached me in a kind of intimate way, kissing my hand and head.

I almost feel that they are interested in me in a sexual way. I am sure that it’s due to the sex repression in Iran. Many people don’t enjoy any sexual life and divert their orientation to men, etc.

Looking around, I notice that most of the cars I see are the same model, branded Saipa or Peugeot. 90% of them are white, understandably. As for motorcycles, I see only one model of them.

There is an excellent flat road going to Tehran. Still, the navigator indicates me another way through the mountains; luckily, I didn’t take it.

Every thirty kilometers, there is a police checkpoint, but I still don’t understand what they check.

Most of the cars commit serious traffic ‘crimes’. Vehicles driving in four on a motorcycle without helmets, going the wrong way, having kids at the steer, trucks carrying cargo not fastened that get lost on the road, exhaust pipes that give smoke as black as coal; they all pass without problems through the police control point.

Iran is different than any other country, not just for the traffic, but also for the distribution of shops.

In an average town, in Europe at least, while you walk to the city center, you find bars, cafés, restaurants, and boutiques. Here, you find car mechanics, car mechanics, and car mechanics.

There are thousands of sheeps that I crossed in the fields. Ironically, I can’t find one single pair of woolen socks, they are all synthetic, and made in China. But there are not even labels to know origin and material.

Observing the people here, I can say that I like the Iranian mustache. I mean on men, not on women, cause some ladies do have it, hiding it under the hijab. It reminds me of Freddy Mercury and George Micheal. It seems that it’s quite trendy in Iran. The cool thing of it it’s that each person personalizes it a bit.

At a traffic light, there is a kid dressed up with dirty clothes selling Monouse razors.

I go to a snack; there three kids are eating a pizza having fun.

Here it’s all about luck. I wonder why in Iran, the Ayatollah is so strict about Islam but doesn’t provide support for such situations. It’s tragic.

I am cycling my last kilometers before camping. A car stops in front of me.

As always in these cases, I don’t know if I should approach them or not, I am quite sure they stopped for me, thinking maybe that I am a girl, cause my scarf covers a good part of my face. They are four men, after telling me ‘hello’, they ask for my Instagram.

If you are in Iran, better you are not allergic to Ajatollahs, the couple of Khomeini and Khamenei—makes that I regularly misspell—are everywhere. You can see the two bearded men in every corner of the country, and I would not be surprised to see their ‘Santa’ faces on the walls of my tent. I wonder what will happen when there will be a third and a fourth Ajatollah; will they be also omnipresent? Then Iran needs to clear a lot of spaces on walls to accommodate their big beards.




72 km cycled, total km 1012

No night disturbances finally, drinking water not always available: missing Armenia & Georgia, Rials, tomans and more, feeling like a woman (not just for hijab), never a cozy place to stop, driving like crazy but no rage, Iranian way of riding = maths, street full of soil from trucks, the hospitality killer trap: exhaust gasses of methane fireplaces indoors, sex with the wife of my Islamic host

Last night was one of the best nights ever, it was not cold, and I was on a soft dry grass where nobody could see me.

I have finished all the water since yesterday.

It took hours to find a place to refill my bottles. In Iran, there are no water fountains like in Armenia or Georgia—around every corner—. That would have been practical, now I have to buy water and, the most popular brand is ¨Danone¨ water for some mysterious reasons.

Wearing the scarf as sun protection is not the only thing that makes me get some feeling of how would it be to be a woman. Kind Iranians stop me all the time, they are interested in knowing who I am, offering me something, or taking a selfie with me. Now I understand what a woman feels when she has so many attempts of approaches from men. It’s a good learning experience.

Unfortunately, since I am in Iran, it’s tough to find a comfortable & cozy area where to stop, a side road, for example. There is no place where to rest under a tree and all spaces are full of trash, which is omnipresent since I left Finland.

Iranians do drive without any respect for any rules, having the Guinness record deaths on the road. Still, if compared with other countries, like South Europe, I don’t see here the rage, I don’t see aggressive behaviors that are so common in Europe. Here people don’t insult each other if someone cuts your way in a roundabout, that’s just normal. Iranians are probably applying the efficiency mathematics principles to traffic: the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. So they go from “A” to “B” on a straight line, regardless of eventual obstacles in between (humans, animals, traffic lights or one-way streets).

Beyond the disastrous way of driving, one extra element challenges survival on the road: the trucks losing their cargo.

Many kilometers of road is covered with soil lost from a cargo. An entire driving lane is almost unusable, which means that I don’t have any ‘safe’—a big word in Iran, for sure if we are talking about traffic—space where to ride.

The riding day is almost finished. I am about to cross one last village when I am stopped by the owner of a car garage, a mechanic. I first stop only for tea, but then I decide to stay, and I end up sleeping over.

Saeid, the owner, it’s kind, I enjoy his company. He also reminds me of Salvatore, an old friend from Italy.

There is a gas heater in the shop; it has no exhaust pipe, which means that all C0 stays indoor—unsafe condition that can quickly kill someone—. C0 is light, so it goes up in the air and stays on the higher part of the room. By chance, I have to sleep on a mezzanine. I ask Saeid to turn off the heater in the night, cause I am supposed to sleep alone in here. When he is about to leave, I check, and the heating is still on, he tells me that he would turn it to the minimum, he is afraid that I would feel cold.

I am lying on the mezzanine since ten minutes, and I feel already my head oxygen-less. Lucky, I insist, he turns it off and says goodbye. Saeid closes the electric roll gate without telling me how to open it. I can only hope—praying Allah—that in the night, there will be no need for me to get out, otherwise, I may be trapped inside.

I am at my host’s place; all his family are particularly kind to me. Suddenly, my host goes away. I am alone with his wife.

Surprisengly, she is still in the same room where I am. By Islamic customs this normally doesn’t happen.

She takes away the hijab and looks at me in the eyes, I gaze somewhere else, wondering about the situation. We get close to each other, and some interaction starts, I didn’t even like her so much, but she initiated everything.

After half an hour, the husband comes back, and he notices that we were in the middle of something, he is upset, but with no aggressive reaction, he tells me that I have to go away. I feel really bad, but I open my eye and I discover that it was just a dream, luckily.




Day 27,

60 km cycled, total km 1072

Iranian government kidnapping his own people, long draining canals along the streets made to kill you; scared, aggressive and dead dogs, child labor, architecture: its the face(ade) that counts, everything fake, even the toothpaste 

Locals told me that as an Iranian, you have to pay the government to go out of the country. In some cases, you have to pay also to visit other cities.

If you want to leave the county for good, you have to pay about 10.000$—yes! USD, not, valueless, Iranian Rials—. If you travel for tourism, you may have to pay less than that. It seems like that if you go back to Iran, and then you want to leave again, you have to pay additionally. 
I wonder what the Ayatollah does with all this money; there is seemingly no welfare nor much other government support in Iran.

Sidewalks are a nightmare for me; often, it is impossible to get on them. It is not just the massive step of the sidewalk itself that creates a barrier that you can’t climb. In addition to it, there is a considerable canal between the road and the sidewalk; this is the water draining system.
The result is that you are stuck in the middle of the road. You can’t even do it a “u” turn because there is another barrier that blocks the lane of the way to the opposite direction.

So far, most street dogs were scared of me on the bicycle; they were running away as I would kill them. 
Anyhow, since today, dogs started to bark at me aggressively, and, for the first time since Armenia, I had to stop to scare them away. 
The saddest thing is that today, in just ten kilometers cycled, I have found three killed dogs. 
There were dozens of dead dog´s bodies, and even foxes, along my way. 
Someone said that we could judge a society by how they treat their animals. I think it is true.
I would add that societies are also evaluated by how they treat their kids. 

In Iran, it is not uncommon to find kids working, and even being harassed by their bosses with shouting and physically. 
Today I have seen a kid searching for plastic (to recycle probably) in the trash. 
On the other side, people love to flaunt wealth here. 
There are monumental façades of houses and venues, but the rest of the buildings, from the back, it’s like barracks.


I have bought a branded toothpaste, so I thought I could use a product of quality, cause I knew the brand was good. Well, it’s not the case, the toothpaste is terrible, it’s not at all like the same brand in Europe, and it becomes red instead of white.



Day 28, 


48 km cycled, total km 1120

Reasons behind the Iranian car culture, peer-to-peer taxi system, Naples vs. Iran, the only efficient police in Iran: the Islamic police, customer service worse than the worst, the souther the wilder queues, no theaters no music

The car culture in Iran is due to not just the disastrous administration. One main issue is also that everybody lives with the family—or even extended family—.

It’s hard to have personal space, so the cars become like a second house, a place where youngsters can be together, maybe also for a date. The sexual repression also contributes to having people hiding in cars instead of using apartments.

Not everything is wrong about the car system of Iran. One good thing is that people ‘hitchhike’, or do something similar. They simply stand in the middle of the road—risking their lives indeed—and wait for a car, or taxi, to stop.

Then they negotiate the price and the ride. It could be that you get even a free ride.

This system is an excellent way of doing car sharing: less traffic, less pollution, and a better transportation system.

What is the difference between driving in Europe, and driving in Iran?
Well, the difference is enormous, indeed.
What’s the difference between driving in Naples (Italy) and Iran?
This time, the difference is not so significant. The main difference is that in Naples, you have one city driving like psychopaths.
In Iran, you have one country driving like psychopaths.

There is a lot of police in Iran, many departments and several special forces.
Their specialty is Islamic control. You may commit traffic crimes, environmental crimes, any sort of offense; if the quran does not sanction it, then the police will not do anything.
From the moment that in the quran is not written that you can’t drive cars on the sidewalks or having kids driving trucks, the police is okay with it.
But, if by chance, your hijab is not worn as the quran prescribes, then you can get tortured, imprisoned, and also killed. The same is true if a man and a woman (not married together) touch each other.

The customer service and queues are not the best part of Iran.
Many times, I was standing at the counter of a shop with more than three clerks; nobody would care to talk to me; they would chat with each other and look at the smartphones.
I wanted to repair my shoes, and a power bank, both shoe shops, and technical repair shops refused to do it, cause they were lazy.

The second obstacle between you and the shops are the other customers. They don’t care at all about who is first. People push you away to get what they want from the clerk, even though you may have been waiting since a while and were being served.


In Iran, a theater with a live performance is not always not well-considered by islam. Probably because you see people moving live, and you may get horny. That´s why women can´t dance or show their hair. Moreover, is more difficult to censure and control a theater performance than a recorded movie.
The same is true for music; in the first years after the revolution, music was banned.
Street musicians risk getting harsh punishments. Music, in general, is not welcomed by islam and western music is for sure seen as evil.



The government of Iran killed an uncertain number of protesters, the number of them could be above 300.

It all started with a sudden announcement of the Iranian government about the increase in the fuel price of more than double. 
There is to say that fuel in Iran is the cheapest in the world and you could buy about six liters for one euro.
Personally, I think that the price of the fuel was indeed too low and there was need to increase it to both protect the environment and the people, cause there is too much traffic in the country. However, the way the government did the move was not well planned and they didn´t even improve public transportation.

Thousand of Iranians are in the streets to protest, mostly pacifically.

From the supreme leader came the order for the police to be brutal.

The Internet has been completely turned off to the whole country since almost one week. Taking pictures or video of protests can be really dangerous cause the regime does not want any freedom of speech about his operations.
Witnesses have seen policemen without uniforms breaking cars and damaging buildings. This was done in order to state that the protests were aggressive. The police have claimed later that the protesters were violent and USA-sponsored, which is ridiculous.
In Iran there is a permanent block on the internet, upload is limited so people can hardly spread videos. Many websites like Facebook, youtube, blogs are blocked too.

Nearly every night I think with sorrow about all the beautiful people I met, hoping that none of them was harmed.

Replica noses, copied products, but original Coca-Cola and Danone water, the chador should have reflectors, the important Ministry of petroleum

There is a big trend of making nose plastic surgery in Iran. Women are mostly doing it, due to the Persian nose being sometimes a significant component of your face.

With the masochistic economy of this land, only the minority of the medium-upper class can afford this luxury; others can’t.
If you are in the middle-class, and can’t afford it, you can still put a plaster on your nose and pretend you did it; this is what some people do when they can’t pay for it.Except for the nose, you may find other fake things in Iran. Let’s say that it’s easier to say what is not original than what is fake here. There are no (serious) laws about copyright, so nearly any product you buy is a copy.

Toothpaste, cosmetics, tires, electronics, clothing, all fake.
Still, Coca-cola is original. That’s ironic, in a country that officially ‘hates’ America.
Often, you don’t find any other drinks than Coca-Cola (the original!) and water branded Danone (the original).
I wonder why it is so vital for Iranians to have the worst quality soft drink of the world in original, and pay to the most prominent US multinational. Same for the water, why do they need to pay to France for water?
If you know the answer, write to me.

From the border with Armenia to Tehran, most of the ladies were wearing the chador. It is a full-length black veil that covers from the head to the feet, except some parts of the face.
After weeks of seeing chadors, I have got a bit depressed. I was also worried about those women, not just for the islamic repression, but because they would easily die if they cross the streets. Having an entirely black veil in the middle of the night, close to a road in Iran, equals to die in a car accident.
The Ayatollah could make some new models of chadors with reflectors and lights so that women are visible to cars and safe.
In Tehran, there are women not wearing the chador but wearing a hijab quite loosely, like a scarf.


In Iran, and especially in Tehran, there are many things to improve, such as: removing poverty, addressing child labor, reducing pollution, traffic, make sewages, repairing gas pipings leaks, create artisans unions, regulate concurrence and competitors shops, tax the high-class, etc… 
Yet, the government concentrates all his energies and resources in repressing people, forcing Islamic beliefs. They even have a ministery of islam, petroleum, and mining. 
In this repressive situation, for the first time in my life. I had (almost) nostalgia for Naples, which is also a disastrously administered city, but without any Ayatollah.


Police simple people (where there is no protest), the army too, Car sharing. Peacefulness, Honesty, Respect, Food sharing, producing goods locally 

I liked the fact that the policemen I met, regardless of how brutal they can be during protests, never acted aggressively or with excessive authority on me. I have also met kind army people.

Most of the people I met were deeply honest (more honest than in Europe!), respectful, and peaceful.

I often gave my wallet in the hands of Iranians and never feared anything.

The custom to share food is for sure something that many western countries could take as an example. In Europe, we lost a lot of our old good sharing habits.

Iran manages to survive international sanctions by producing everything locally.


This independence is really interesting and could be a learning moment.

Trade, done fairly, is for sure a healthy thing for an economy, but many countries import a lot of useless stuff that could be easily produced locally (eg, Coca-cola, water, etc.).

Unfortunately, coca-cola is also in Iran. Still, at least they have a wide variety of local drinks, including refreshing pomegranate and fresh citrus juices.

Of course, there are 1001 things to improve in Iran. I have been quite critical and straight to the point in this post. However, from our side, we should look at what WE can learn from Persia, and not otherwise.


…ah, and the carpets! we could learn the ´carpet-culture´ and to sit on the carpet instead of using chairs!


One of the reasons for this trip was to meet all the beautiful human beings I met on the way, which I didn´t know I would meet:

Kun (fellow Chinese cyclist) 609204973@qq.com
Nestor (fellow Argentinian cyclist)

Iran overland is more beautiful (fellow guide)

Heydar Sadeghi (host in Tabriz) 00989148773947
Hossein (friend of Heydar) +989359757145
Niels Oude Wolbers (cyclist)
Rezad 0098 9143130235

Ali Chalifar 0098 0148995191
Rassur Abbasi (bus driver that  offered me a ride – no English) 0098 7052715 

Saeid (the car mechanic that looked like Salvatore!)

Ali Rezar Hushmab 0098 9121140555
Mohammedi Tehran (not met – a friend of Heydar) 00989127610760
Patrick (fellow Irish bikepacker) Genghis Yop Poj (Facebook)
Milad Salahi

Blue Lapis
Garnet (Instagram)

Preparatiom for Cycling from Yerevan (Armenia) to Tehran (Iran)

Yet another cycling adventure is waiting for me, this time I go to a beautiful exotic country with some peculiar politics and culture, Iran.
It´s interesting to note that in Persia was born the first monotheistic religion of the word: Zoroastrianism. A religion that may disappear in just a few decades.

The items for the trip, most of them are bicycle lights

More than 1100km have to be pedaled, and it could be much more with detours or taking wrong directions.
Due the fact that I have a cheap three-gears bicycle, I have chosen for the moment to follow the main road, which spans in the middle of Iran through Tabriz – Zanjan. It´s the fastest and flattest route and it seems to be the best for me, cause the distance between Yerevan and Tehran is huge and it will take months otherwise. My main stop will be Tehran, hence I will be cycling for almost one month nonstop, taking this fastest route.

Other cyclists have told me great stories about Iranians and their great hospitality. Iran is quite safe and cyclists friendly.


The adventure starts here!

The online procedure of the Evisa from the Iranian government works the 20% of the times. I don’t suggest to use it cause then you are stuck and you can’t apply by agency (which costs about 20€) until you don’t get an answer: it can take weeks or months.

I applied online, waited for 17 days, called several times (maybe 10) to the embassy but nobody could help and they would give me the wrong number. Finally, once I got to Yerevan, I went to the Iranian embassy (which is also on a mountain out of the city) to hear from the clerk that my request has been refused. She told me to apply again with an agency and she even gave me the visit card of the agency.

Probably they want to make it complicated, have some ‘relationship’ with the agencies, or they want simply to work less and have the agency do all the work.

The most popular agencies are:




For Invitation letter https://ww2.apochi.com/invitation-letter







My bag, the essential I have it just in this bag.









My tour before and after iran

29 Sep. – 04 Oct. KIEV (Ukraine)
04 Oct. – 14 Oct. YEREVAN (Armenia)
14 Oct. – 12. Nov. CYCLING from Armenia to Iran (Tehran)
12 Nov. – 19 Nov. TEHRAN (Iran)
20 Nov. – 04 Dec. BAKU (Azerbaijan)
04 Dec. – 13 Dec. TBILISI (Georgia)
14 Dec. – 18 Dec. MILAN (Italy)

and then…

Ghent (Belgium)
Copenhagen (Denmark)
Helsinki (Finland)

6th CycloNudista of Helsinki – 2019 Come as(s) you are!

This year, again our green maniFiesta to expose mobility and pollution problems to institutions. And also to expose our asses a bit.

Join now the most extravagant Many-FIEST-Action of the year!
For the Sixth time in Finland!

The last event was so great that we will do it again on the warmest day of the year.

Protesting against INDECENT exposure to cars and pollution!

Celebrating CYCLING, NATURE, Human BODY, simplicity and FREEDOM of being (naked).

The concept is simple: we do, once a year, on the hottest, sunniest day of the summer, a bicycle tour around the city, to get the town back from big motorized vehicles, shout against pollution, cars, and hypocritical prudery.

SATURDAY 20 July 2019 – 17.00 (Departure at 18:00)
Varsapuistikko (close to Railway Station and Kaisaniemenpuisto)


– To manifest AGAINST POLLUTION & car culture;

– PROMOTING CYCLING, Nature & Simplicity;

But the unique reasons why YOU do it may be infinite:
you love bicycles,
you love your city,
you want noiseless means of transport,
you don’t want big and fast vehicles in the city,
you don’t agree with the speculations of the oil industry,
you want to sensibilize drivers to mind the bikes.

…and because you may be an exhibitionist!


Varsapuistikko – next to Kaisaniemipuisto – Kaisaniemi park, close to the main train station.
(You can come from 17:00 to 18:00)

17.00 – PICNIC
I will bring a big amount of snacks and drinks, it will be for sure enough for the first ten people, you are welcome to bring something if you wish.

We can bodypaint each other and decide which is the specific message—“your motto”—each of us wants to share.

Strictly on time, be ready by 18:00!
Tour map:

20.00 – SAUNA
We celebrate the celebration in the sauna: warm & cozy!
Sompasauna, a free, anarchic, public sauna by the sea.
In the heat and steam, we will have time to share our thoughts and feeling about the ride: what this ride means for each of us?

21:00 – BBQ
There is a grill there @ sompasauna, if you have some vegetables you wanna grill, feel welcome to bring it so we can have a nice shared BBQ dinner.


– Yourself,
– Bicycle, another green mean of transport, or good legs to run!,

– Clothing
– A smile on your face,
– Any decoration that you find appropriate,
– Body painting material,
– Music instruments to play,
– A camera to record or stream pictures & videos: photographers and journalists welcome!
– Drinks and food (for the picnic and/or BBQ),
– A blanket for the picnic,
– Towels (for sauna).

Of course, you are free to join/leave whenever you want and nudism is not mandatory.


On June 12th, 2004 cyclists in 29 cities across the world took to the streets of the world, mostly wearing nothing more than a cheeky smile.

It was not only a huge success, but also a huge surprise, neither the media or the police actually thought that it would happen.

This was the worlds first international naked bike ride. Since then it has spread to more than 70 cities around the world with thousands of participants.



Well, the first thing to know is that it does not have any leaders, hierarchies or even any bureaucracy. It is an event that belongs entirely to its participants. You are not only invited to participate in this event but also to take ownership of it.

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Helsinki not bicycle-friendly in the winter: What is happening in the happiest city of the world?

You should know that Finland has been awarded as the happiest country of the world .

If you have been  once in Finlnad you may also know the song “Olen Suomalainen”?
(Well, if you don´t know the song listen it below!)

No bicycle lane in Helsinki in the winter.

It’s a kind of Finnish unofficial anthem, but somehow regarded more proudly than the official one.

If you translate the song, then you see how Finnish people is strong, determined, and resilient.

Well, I don’t doubt they are, but…

…what’s happening with all that strength when it’s about cycling?

Why nobody in Helsinki is able to pedal if is not summer time?

Helsinginkatu: one of the main streets of the city. The city of Helsinki does not keep the bicycle lanes clean in the winter, not even in the most important streets. 

It seems that both institutions and citizens forget about the magic two-wheeled machine most of the year, when is not too warm.

Finland, the country that had been described as the happiest land, with the strongest folk, becames a desert of snow and lazy people in the winter, where cyclists have no rights, the bike lanes are left totally abbandoned. This is true at least for Helsinki.

Is it impossibile to cycle in the winter in Finland?

Bicycles stock in the snow in Helsinki

No. It’s actually easier than using a car, walking or even taking a bus.


If you use a bicycle, you don´t have to remove huge amounts of snow from it, as it happens with cars; you don´t have to warm up the engine, you don´t have to defrost the windows, you don´t have to worry for parking space under snow.

If you have the right tires on your bike—and there is an actual acceptable bike lane—it may be less slipery than walking. You would warm up yourself cycling. And, if you don´t want to risk to sweat, you could get an electric bicycle.

With the bicycle you don´t have to freeze at the bus stop waiting for the bus, when you don´t move, you feel the cold even more and the time passes more slowly.
If you have the right bicycle, you may be even faster than a bus and could get straight from point A to B.

These above are just my simple considerations. These are some comparations that come straight to my mind, without even doing too much research about the topic.
However, if you do want to do a research about how easy is to cycle in the winter (with the right gear and the right biycle), just do it!  I am sure that you will find more reasons why to use a bicycle in the winter.

I really can´t hope anything else than a wake up in Helsinki´s institution and residents. Let´s have a look at the cool–not too far–neighour Denmark: Copenhagen.

David Francois, the legend of Copenhagen

A cold winter day I was in Kafa-x—a wonderful place to do activism in Copenhagen—, having dinner when a sweet short haired person, holding croissants and cakes on a plate, was talking to the crowd, asking whom would have joined him to go to bring those croissants to the people in street.
This scene was one of the most beautiful, interesting, and kind actions I have ever witnessed.
I didn´t go with him, neither I have seen anyone else going with him that night. I was so surprised by his act that I was speechless.
He was a lonely, legendary hero on a bicycle, with croissant and love as the strongest weapons. His flag was the rainbow flag, which included all colors and all the elements.
This action of bringing some snacks and humanity to those who are in the most vulnerable situation is what I have chosen to dedicate my life to:
He inspired hundreds and hundreds of people—if not thousands—his energy can be felt by all of us and we will never believe that he doesn´t exist anymore, I don´t believe it now and I will hardly change my mind in the future.
Alone, he went to talk to sellers in markets around Copenhagen explaining to them that there is something wrong in throwing away food while there are many that could get great benefit from it.
His reasoning was the philosophy of the abundance: if we share resources, we have fewer people hungry, the fewer people are hungry and the less they are keen to commit crimes.
He managed to get agreements for the donation of tons and tons of food.
Without his agreements, Foodsharing Copenhagen, would not even have been the same right now.
Lately, he was busy with a project based on creating low impact community accommodations in rural Denmark.
His personal life amalgamated entirely with his philanthropic projects.
He had thousands and one great ideas and hundreds of eco-social-revolutionary projects:
One of the books that opened my mind about everything behind life:

Cycling from Georgia (Tbilisi) to Armenia (Yerevan)

For this trip I needed normally to do some changes to the bicycle, three gears may be not enough to go 5.190 meters uphill, but I will challenge myself and still be with three gears! Pushing the bicycle up the mountains.




Komoot and Gmaps will be my main information source, I will not use the internet, so I have to rely only on offline maps.

This time I have more gear with me: full-body reflectors, fisherman rain-coat & solar-powered batteries; however, I have just a few pieces of clothing to fit all the stuff and the bigger sleeping bag, cause now the temperature will be a bit colder on the mountains.


Click on the pic to open the details of the tour


Personal feelings and some useful Trip notes for bicycle travelers.

Iranian companions cyclo travelers

Main points about the trip

I felt Safe all the time,
There are many water springs on the way, in both countries,
The folk is hospitable & they like Europeans,
Georgians and Armenian are similar, even though they have some contrasts between each other,
Cold on the mountains in the nights,
The month of October has great weather for cycling (not too cold, not too hot),
Not too much traffic and cars keep space when they were passing me, being really polite.


Ready for departure


Daily cyclo diary

It’s late when I realize that I don’t have a sleeping pad.
I had to throw away a battery in the standard trash cause in Georgia there is no recycling going on.
Gas stations don’t have air for tires.
No one friendly met on the way, expect a fruit seller and a tire shop owner.

I get some pain in the left leg, I don’t enjoy too much going on the mountains with a three gears city bike.
Testing the solar panels, they seem to work great, I already project to make some permanent installation.
I went to sleep early, I got asleep soon but in the night many thoughts came to my mind. It’s so hard to get empty.

Cemetery. Both Armenians & Georgians have a heavy worship for dead people


KVEMO TELETI – MARNEULI 46 km (tot 76)
Cold in the night
Freedom feeling in the morning
Disgusting smell of exhaust gas from cars
I buy a one-year-expired sweet from a small shop


Hygiene issues: while the seller serves the customer the food falls on the ground, then the seller put it aside, but does not trash it, after five minutes the food is back on the shelf; several shops did this.


Cool kids in the street with bicycles cycle with me.
Car accident, yet another.
Horse with a small lace between legs and neck.
A local asks me what’s my religion, I reply: ” the bicycle” and everything circular.


A fruit which I have never seen before attracts my attention: it’s green, hard, as big as an orange, smelling a bit like a citrus fruit, it has spiral patterns on the skin, and I don’t manage to open it.
In the night there is a mix of different sounds:
Music, like a folk festival
Dogs, many of them, barking
Train, slow and as noisy as a drill machine.

My back hurts.


I manage to get car’s attention with all that reflectors

MARNUELI – SHNOGH (ARMENIA) 34km (tot 110)

It rains, so I stay in the tent and play some harmonica.
Cows licking my bicycle.
All Custom guards are eating while checking my documents.
Friendly custom control.
Arrived in Armenia.
The streets are a bit worse here than in Georgia.


The Armenians I crossed look similar to each other; many men have flat dark hair going on the forehead, a mix between Dracula and Calimero. Several Armenians I have seen have gold teeth, I am not sure if it is a symbol of wealth.
The night was cold. Many animals were roaming around the tent; for sure groups of dogs, some kind of foxes making an acute sound, and maybe even wolves, or maybe they were just dogs. I have heard animal’s sounds that I have never heard before, some kind of sad dogs group crying, even though they could have been other animals too.
I have heard another scary sound, like an army with many tanks, moving slowly next to me; then I realize is just an Armenian train. Same happens for the trucks on the road. Two similar slow metallic sounds.
In the morning my tent is still wet due to the dew. I pack anyway.


Camping in the fields


SHNOG – DSEGH 80km (tot 156)
Wet tent.
Annoying dogs.
Many cars in panne in the street.


Indiana Jone’s bridges.
Abandoned cable car hanging on the cable on top of the village.
High voltage electricity wires about 2 5 meters from the ground.
I didn’t meet any attractive Armenian woman or girl yet
A bicycle traveler crosses my way, he doesn’t even smile to me.
Surrounded by dogs around the tent.
I get sick, maybe the food (kebab or fish), maybe the water, maybe just influenza; my belly, muscles, and head are painful, I vomit four times.


Locals are extremely friendly


DSEGH – VANADZOR 20km (tot 176)
Today I am fasting
The sun is high in the sky and I am still in the tent, sick.
I have finished all the three bottles of water.
My solar panels don’t seem to charge the battery
I try to get some motivation and energy to pack and leave :
I need water,
It’s hot in the tent,
There is too much noise from cars here,
And, if I arrive soon to Yerevan, I will probably meet a cool girl there.
I start to cycle even if I am sick.


Armenian drivers behave with cyclists as Italian drivers behave with girls: they annoy you by using the horn for no reason.
The way is uphill, I have to push the bicycle; nevertheless, there is a positive thing: Yerevan is not like Rome, where ALL the streets bring you there, for Yerevan there is only one street and not even much traffic.
Luckily the road has been flattened, however, there is no protection net for rocks falling from the mountain.
I struggle to find a place to set up the tent, finally, I camp near an abandoned industrial site, full of trash in the grass, as often happens in this trip.


The mist is the enemy number one



VANADZOR – SPITAK 38km (tot 214)
Today there is a lot of mist.
Regardless of the fact that this location is a bit grotesque and full of trash, I didn’t get disturbed by vehicles or dogs, so I had a good rest.
I still feel a little weak, but I have positive mental energy, probably I will fast today too.
When I look at the map in the mornings, I see there is a long way to go, nevertheless, as I start cycling, I regularly get surprised of myself about how far you can get just with a bicycle.
Even though I still feel sick, by cycling I feel better.
Thinking of my mother, I wonder if she had ever had big traveling adventures.
All cars have dark windows, even the front ones.
Smelly, polluting, and extremely dark smoke comes from the exhaust pipe of the majority of the vehicles.


It’s incredible how many car’s tire shops there are in Armenia.
Two men invite me to a warehouse where I meet Saro, the manager. He is really kind and speaks English, I get invited to eat with them but I am still not feeling good with my stomach, so I prefer not to eat.
Mountains are all around me, they seem made of velvet.
The silence and quietness of traveling by bicycle are priceless.
I am about fasting today too, but finally, I eat some grapes.
It seems that between Armenians and Georgians there are not great relationships.
I have to climb mountains again and my back hurts.
The night is freezing cold, I absolutely need a warmer sleep bag and extra clothes.
Someone comes to visit me in the tent during the night, I don’t understand if he needs help or is offering me some.


A kind man came to offer his help while I was repairing the bicycle



SPITAK – APARAN 33 km (tot 247)
This is the third day of fasting.
Many birds roam around my tent.
I have a flat tire.
A kind man offers me tea, accommodation, and little help to repair the bicycle.
I was thinking to climb these mountains yesterday before sunset, luckily I didn’t do it, because I would have ended up in the darkness on a mountain with nowhere to camp and a flat tire.


Finally, I realize that the many cars horning at me, do it just for friendliness, while in Italy they do it also to annoy and make stupid jokes at you.


After the wheel reparation, the tire seems to be damaged, so the bicycle is riding wonky.
I get invited for a tea from a kind man.
Suddenly, I am in the middle of a wedding, they ask me if I am hungry, I reply: “a bit” (I didn’t eat since three days), the people of the wedding go to ask others, probably asking if I could join the wedding, after a while they go to the supermarket and buy me food: sweets and chocolate. I do eat the food, but I didn’t have to, cause I am still sick, so I am about vomiting again.
Both in Armenia and Georgia—even though there are no bicycle lanes and cars don’t drive good—I have to admit that the most of the vehicles take a large distance from me when they pass me.


Safety is also not an issue here, for so far I have traveled, people don’t steal, don’t cheat, and don´t commit crimes; for sure not as much as in Europe.
Aran is a nice small town to stop.
I camp when is still about 17:00, I am afraid to not feel well enough to cross the next village.
There is a nice spot to set up the tent, I have a great view and some privacy; the only issue is the nearby traffic, noisy and smelly: from the tent, I cough because of the disgusting oily smoke from diesel vehicles. They have probably engine’s issues and therefore a lot of oil is burned. Luckily there are many other vehicles that run on methane.
Yet another freezing night, regardless the fact that I have even put gloves on my feet, they were still cold.




APARAN – YEREVAN 47 km (tot 294)
It’s sunny and I am not that sick anymore.
Today I will absolutely fast.
Everyone has talked to me in Russian in this trip, assuming that I would speak—or be—Russian; some people thought I was American, when I told them that my family is Italian they loved me, they like Europeans in general.
I find trash even next to a worship place.

While I am cycling there is a bicycle passing me on the left, I turn my head and I see a group of cyclo travelers, we cycle until Yerevan together, sharing food, drinks, and information.

They are kind Russians, I try my best to speak Russian, but of course, I can just say basic concepts.
I am happy to arrive in Yerevan and take a break, I love to cycle but I really needed some rest, a better sleeping bag, and sleeping pad.

I don´t manage to fast this last day.

Georgian language

Learing Georgian & Food

Thanks = Madloba
Hello = Gamarjoba (gamargioba)
GoodBye = Nakhvamdis
My name is = chemi sakhelia
Nice to meet you = Sasiamovnoa sheni gatsnoba
No = Ara
Yes = Ki
Maybe = sheidzleba’Me = me
You = shen
They = Isini
I like = me mikvars
You are really kind = dzalian chkviani khar (zalian cikviani kar)
Girl = gogo
Boy = bichi
I love you = me shen mikvarkhar
I love Georgia = me mikvars saqartvelo
You are beautiful = shen khar dzalian lamazi
You have beautiful eyes = shen gakvs dzalian lamazi tvalebi (eyes)
I like your skin = me mikvars sheni kani
Are all Georgian girls beautiful like you? = kvela qartveli gogo shensavit lamazia
Can I kiss you? = sheidzleba gakotsoDo you want to watch a movie with me = ginda chemtan ertad kinos kureba
I would marry your brother just to be near you = shen dzmaze davqorwindebodi rom shens akhlos vkopilikavi

Dish (of food) = Kerdzi
Vegetarian = vegetarianeli

-Georgian traditional food-





Extremely hospitable and kind people, I have got helped in all kind of ways, even with money.

I needed food, they gave me food.
I needed a ride, they brought me with them.
I was thirsty, I had free water.
I had no money, people spontaneously gave me money.
No, is not the Bible, it’s just what happened to me. Many times. Both in Armenia and Georgia.

It seems that both, Armenians and Georgians, are in competition for whom is the most friendly and kind.

Free water as fundamental right.
Until about 2014, the water at home was free.

Yerevan, city of mirrors. You don’t have to carry a mirror with you, there are hundreds of them around the city

Armenian gastronomy: Persil & Coriander everywhere. Unlucky me that I don’t like coriander!


Builders working on an expensive hotel construction don’t have any safety equipment

Small kids drive mini electric car toys, these cars are mini luxury cars and have even loud disco music integrated, to make the kid fully similar to the father.

I have seen more porches car here than in the wealthiest countries of the world.

Food Sharing – Helsinki – Community Fridge – Fighting Food Waste in Finland

The first significant Food-Sharing project in Finland is just started.
I can´t be more proud to be part of it.
It´s called ¨Keru¨, it´s a Community Fridge.
At the moment we have about ten donors, mostly supermarkets, which donate their surplus daily. The food will be checked and organized by volunteers, they will make sure that no rotten food is in the refrigerators and that every day new edibles will get there.
There is also a freezer and a shelf for dry food.



Kicked out of Facebook just to list my balls on the marketplace!

If you get kicked out of Facebook, you became no one. You can´t contact your friends, you can´t access your messages and information on Facebook, you can´t even access Tinder!


Here the sad story of how my balls got in the marketplace on Facebook: I thought that my testicles would be worth more than what I´ve got at the end…

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I first got a notification from Facebook saying that my picture ¨goes against our community standards¨. My first thought was that I was kicked out because of the pictures of Cyclonudista.

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I was listing on the Facebook marketplace something I had at home, I was taking a lot of pictures, and at that moment I got a notification from Facebook.

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I was not sure about what was going on, I started to get restricted in sending attachments on Facebook

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Buyers from the marketplace started to write me strange messages, which I could not fully understand


But I did understand that the first line of the previous message meant: ¨is this available¨


And then a picture with the inner part of my leg and a big smiley.
This was enough to understand that my genitals were for sale!


And then I started to get worried, the most shocking thing was that the guy CALLED MY PENIS ¨SMALL PENIS¨, which is totally untrue and I could even sue him for this!


I start actually to be more business oriented and think about the eventual sale of one of my testicles, well, I have two!

*As you can see at the end of the previus message, I have even written to this buyer a really personal message by mistake: I WAS STRESSED OUT!


My entrepreneurship ends when this guy (below) tells me that my balls are not worth the price


So I decide to have a deeper look at the ad


It´s official! my love organs are for sale!
I write to Facebook explaining that it was an error

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But they just block me and I am not even able to take my genitals off the market

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Hence, the most beloved part of my body is now for sale on Facebook and the system has blocked me from even taking it out.
I have made the selling ad in the Marketplace and added it to ten different buy/sell groups, so my genitals are there, for everyone to see, and to buy.

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Did you find this story funny?
Well, it could be entertaining, but also worrying and annoying.
For a kinky Cyclonudista as me, it was not such a problem, cause the world has seen already all the sides of my body, dark sides included.

But think a moment about the consequences of such a situation for someone more introverted?


It looks like there is an automated system to review reports, I have sent many reports about this issue and I am sure that there has never been a (smart)human reading it.

Or maybe there is a fascist doing the customer support. Previously, I´ve reported hate speech such as “kill them all” referred to a picture with African refugees, Facebook answered that it is not against the Facebook guidelines.


Even though I do have to admit that Facebook has been going in a really constructive direction for society, as the platform supports many social causes and human rights, still there is room for improvement.
Remember, if you are out of Facebook, you are out of the world.

My first experience as involuntary, partial, Cyclonudista

The day that the world sow I got balls, but literally!

People always love to look at me, even when I am brushing my teeth!

Many people asked me how I did became a CycloNudista; well, the first sign about this virtuous vocation appeared when I was just a little more than a child…

It happened in a small, countryside, village of southern Italy with roughly 5.000 inhabitants. The main disputes in this village are about how you are a better person if you come from one or another side of the village, there is a river that divides the two sides and many people feel proud to be from the “right side”.
This location in southern Italy is extremely conservative, old-fashion, and fascist: the best place to be a CycloNudista!

Combining camping with cycling naked is delightful.

My home was two kilometers from the village, I had a bicycle and I was using it regularly to go to cafe´s or do groceries.
In this small village, when you are on a bicycle, people always look at you with superiority,—actually they do it also if you walk or are in a car that is worth less than 20.000euro—making you feel miserable, even if you are just a child. Just for that reason, I always loved to cycle: each move of my pedaling was for me a march against that sick society.

Getting older I start to became an acro-CycloNudista…

Another rebellious behavior I had, was to be a punk. I had eight piercings, a crest in my hair, broken pants, and colored nails; this made me look ´somewhat´ little different than anyone else around there.
It was for me quite usual to get attention from people, because of my bike and because of my look; actually maybe also because of many other things, but here let´s limit my unique weirdness to the bicycle and my appearance.

I really don´t understand why people is always so interested in my tooth brush.

One day I went to a shop in the center, I was hurrying up so I didn´t even bother to put my underwear–I was a punk after all!–.

Strangely enough, I could immediately notice something different in the look of the locals, their look was full of superiority, as always, but this time there was also some kind of intense interest mixed with astonishment in their gaze.

My first official Cyclonudista event, I had even an underwear.

As usual, I don´t take the trouble to care about them or react, I just do my stuff and get back home. While I was climbing the stairs, I was still thinking about these faces I crossed the look with: how could it be that every single person was having exactly the same expression?

When inside the house, I go straight to the kitchen, there is a large mirror at the entrance where I catch a glimpse of something pink above my legs. I walk rapidly back to the mirror and I finally understand the reason why I had so much attention today by the village people: my broken punk pants exposed my lovely precious parts!


Nowadays I am not the only cyclonudista anymore…

Cyclonudista 2018 Finland – Helsinki gets naked on the bike – Saturday 21 July

Soon another World Naked bike in Helsinki,

This year we have chosen the hottest day of the year:

Saturday 21 of June

Which is officially the hottest day not just for us cyclonudista´s, but for the meteorologists too!



Are you asking yourself why should you join CycloNudista?

To protest against INDECENT exposure to cars and pollution!

Celebrating Cycling, Nature, Human body, simplicity and freedom of being.

The concept is simple: we do, once a year, on the hottest, sunniest day of the summer, a bicycle tour around the city, to get the town back from big motorized vehicles, shout against pollution, cars, and hypocritical prudery.

SATURDAY 21 July 2018 – 17.00 (Departure at 18:00)
Varsapuistikko (close to Railway Station and Kaisaniemenpuisto)


– To manifest AGAINST POLLUTION & car culture;

– PROMOTING CYCLING, Nature & Simplicity;

But the unique reasons why YOU do it may be infinite:
you love bicycles,
you love your city,
you want noiseless means of transport,
you don’t want big and fast vehicles in the city,
you don’t agree with the speculations of the oil industry,
you want to sensibilize drivers to mind the bikes.

…and because you may be an exhibitionist!


Varsapuistikko – next to Kaisaniemipuisto – Kaisaniemi park, close to the main train station.
(You can come from 17:00 to 18:00)

17.00 – PICNIC
I will bring a big amount of snacks and drinks, it will be for sure enough for the first ten people, you are welcome to bring something if you wish.

We can bodypaint each other and decide which is the specific message—“your motto”—each of us wants to share.

Strictly on time, be ready by 18:00!
Tour map:

20.00 – SAUNA
We celebrate the celebration in the sauna: warm & cosy!
Sompasauna, a free, anarchic public sauna by the sea.
In the heat and steam we will have time to share our thoughs and feeling about the ride: what this ride means for each of us?

21:00 – BBQ
There is grill there @ sompasauna, if you have some vegetables you wanna grill, feel welcome to bring it so we can have a nice shared BBQ dinner.


– Yourself,
– Bicycle, another green mean of transport, or good legs to run!,

– Clothing
– A smile on your face,
– Any decoration that you find appropriate,
– Body painting material,
– Music instruments to play,
– A camera to record or stream pictures & videos: photographers and journalists welcome!
– Drinks and food (for picnic and/or BBQ) to share if you wish,
– A blanket for picnic,
– Towels (for sauna).

Of course you are free to join/leave whenever you want and nudism is not mandatory.


On June 12th 2004 cyclists in 29 cities across the world took to the streets of the world, mostly wearing nothing more than a cheeky smile.

It was not only a huge success, but also a huge surprise, neither the media or the police actually thought that it would happen.

This was the worlds first international naked bike ride. Since then it has spread to more than 70 cities around the world with thousands of participants.



Well the first thing to know is that it does not have any leaders, hierarchies or even any bureaucracy. It is an event that belongs entirely to its participants. You are not only invited to to participate in this event, but also to take ownership of it.

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Super Power Vegan Diet – Instruction for use

My normal weight has always been around 75 kg, nevertheless, some years ago I was 90 kg, I didn’t even notice immediately how bigger I became, but the scale, and the buttons flying off my shirt, made me understand the ‘size’ of my problem.

Travel, time and experience profoundly shaped my lifestyle, 
above all, these factors, made me become a:
 Supermarket vegan,
 Restaurants vegetarian,
 Omnivorous in emergencies.


I want to share with you a really effective diet to lose weight, be healthier, energetic, and cruelty-free.
This diet is diet it’s totally different than any other diet because it’s based on self regulation and it has different levels of freedom.
I am following this pattern since years and I have checked yearly my blood nourishment values to monitor any irregularities, my doctor always complimented me for my excellent values.



Fruit salad with squeezed lemon
Fresh made juice–or–let pieces of fruit soak in a carafe with water and lemon, keep the pulp in the juice.

Rice (risotto, paella, etc) or Pasta. Better rice!
Onions (superfood!)
Garlic (superfood!)

Evening (before 18.00)

Don’t eat after 19.00, you will sleep better, waking up strong and energetic

Eat fruit peels

Eat local food and buy from family shops:
This is not just ethical, sustainable and good for the health, but is often cheaper.

You may want to adopt a generic weekly schedule with a day of fasting:

Mon-Fri    – Mostly vegan

Saturday – Just fruit

Sunday    –  fasting

In general you should always avoid: fried food, salt, sugar, and sweets, except dark chocolate.

If you can’t manage to fast once a week, make sure to fast once a month.

After years on this kind of diet I feel much better and following this scheme gives me a routine, even if I do exceptions.


Eating just once a day (breakfast, brunch or lunch)

I have used sometimes the pattern of having just a big meal once a day, a kind of brunch, mostly for practical reasons, it didn’t make me feel bad, I was just quite slow for about half hour after having eaten, but in later in the day all was perfect.

You have to pay attention primarily to one thing: the glucose levels go down after four hours (or more) that you have eaten, the body may need it and this cloud make you feel a bit weak or in the long run, if you don’t have body fat, you could start to burn out your muscles instead.

Legal aid in Europe – How to make a complaint and claim your rights in EU.

Are you living or traveling in the European Union?
There are a number of rights that you have which you may not be aware of, I make here a short list of some of these rights and I tell you which are the steps you should make in case of legal issues.


It’s your right to film Police

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In the most European countries you have the right to film Police in public, also in the USA it’s allowed.

There are several organization to get informations about your rights for filming Police:



While filming is mostly allowed, once you publish a video, you may want to blur the faces of the policemen.
You should also be aware that if Police is in operation better you keep some distance and discretion while filming, otherwise they may annoy you.


How to claim your rights as a human—or a citizen, traveler of tourist—and make a complaint, “press charges”, “make a report”, to institutions and what to do to escalate it to higher hierarchy levels

Whom to contact

– Higher ranks of the same institution you are complaining about (head offices, etc…)

– Ombudsman of the institution

– General Attorney (if is about Police)

– Regional ombudsman

– National ombudsman

– Traveler rights associations (if it is about travelers)

– Human rights associations (if it is about human rights)

European ombudsman or Online dispute resolution (for online goods/services)

European commission – SolveIT

European Parliament

European President
(for extremely serious matters)

In parallel of this, you could contact a local lawyer (via hg.org for example) or the local court if applicable.

FireWorks Atomium - Brussels


e-justice.europa.eu provides useful and updated information about your rights in the EU.

VisaHQ.com offers services and data about visas



Feantsa, European Federation of National Organisations working with the Homeless



– Call your Consulate

– Emergency Support Aid International Human Rights line +353 1 21 00 489

Amnesty International +44-20-74135500



Don’t forget that you can always ask for help through any of these online communities:

And, why not, Facebook.

Do you have any information that I missed in this list? Please comment!

How to make your hair strong with everyday home ingredients: Lemon, Olive oil, and coconut

This time we don’t talk about bicycles, traveling or social issues, but about hair. Why?
Well, because if you have beautiful hair, it’s easier also to travel!
A potential host, from couchsurfing for example, would be more keen to host you if you have beautiful hair, this is proven by a statistic done by… me.
Above all, this method is 100% green.

The most commercial hair products make your hair weak and are harmful to you and to the environment.


Here an easy procedure, with over the counter products, that you can use to make your hair strong and shining



  • Olive Oil (3 tablespoon)
  • Turn the heat on low
  • Add 1 to 1-1/2 Tablespoons of the mesh (Coconut, Rosemary, Sage)
  • +Coffee / Black tea    (for gray hair)
  • Let it steep for about 30 minutes on low
  • Strain the herbs from the oil into a small glass container using a piece of cheesecloth or a coffee filter.

Adding more goodies to your treatment, or start your hot oil hair treatment

  • Lemon
  • Avocado
  • Banana

You can store this paste for up to six months in a not totally closed container.



  • Apply it to your hair
  • Massage for 10 minutes
  • Leave it in overnight and wash it in the morning



Healthy commercial products

Organic Henna + Indigo Natural Hair Dye Combo for brown and black hair colour , 200g+200g

To buy on:



Naturtint Permanent Hair Colorant, with Active Vegetable Ingredients, 5N, Light Chestnut Brown – 5.45 fl oz




Did it work? Write in the comment the results!

Shocking discovery: no shelters for the homeless in Copenhagen!

We all agree that Denmark has one of the best welfare system of the world, right?
Well, I can say that about homelessness, the Danes are still far from perfection. Why?
Read to know!

Pax is not the only one sleeping rough in Copenhagen, as I always wandered around, I have many friends sleeping rough and sometimes, I am a bit homeless myself, that’s why the issue of shelters is quite close to my heart.
I decided to see how easy it is, for a homeless, to find shelter in Copenhagen, the world’s capital of “support to less lucky people”. It took me months to gather some information about shelters here, I have contacted all the people I knew, institutions, organizations, and churches. I have also checked the list of shelters on the dedicated website CopenHelp.
The most shelters just allow people with a cpr number—a registration number you get when you register your domicile in Denmark—or from specific categories: old and sick people, pregnant women, heavy drug users, etc…

I’ve contacted many shelters, just few answered, I post you some of the answers below.


Kofoes Kælder
They just help people aged between 18-29.
“We are a contact place for young homeless people in Copenhagen between the ages of 18-29. We can help you get in touch with proper authorities for solving dole money problems, getting on waiting lists for shelters, medical help, give you directions to other places that have specialised in helping non Danish citizens etc….if you are not a Danish citizen we can also help you get in touch the Copenhagen homeless unit to discuss your travel home and help you with getting id papers and so on for your travels. You are very welcome to come in for a cup of coffee and we can see how we can help you the best way possible”


Kirkens Korshaer
(Stengade 40, 2200 København N)
I send them an email asking if is possible to have shelter on 10/01/2017.
“we offer adults vulnerable citizens shelter. However, I have to know a little more of your background story before we can offer you a room for the night. You are always welcome to contact us at Hillerødgade 62 9 PM for a clarification of your situation.Natcaféen has 30 spaces intended for adult men and women who do not currently be accommodated in a residential facility.It is possible to bring your dog. The café is housed in the inn’s cafeteria and is open all year. It is free to spend the night in the cafe. Natcaféen operated acc. Service Law § 110”
Once I went to visit them, I had no place to sleep myself and I asked if it was possible to sleep there without danish documents, they told me just old and sick people, selected by them, can get inside.

(Baggesensgade 9, 2200 København N)
I have heard this to be the best shelter of Copenhagen, where they are really open and kind to anyone, regardless their documents.
Once I arrived there on a Friday night, the door was closed and nobody answered me at the phone.

Other shelters
I wanted to check out also Natcafeen Sundholm (Sundholmsvej 36) &
Nødherberget (Hørhusvej 5), but I didn’t have the chance to get there.




I always had a computer, good skills to search and communicate, I have friends and family that supports me, in addition, I have some financial resources, and fortuitously, I also have EU citizenship; nevertheless, after arduous and complex researches, I have no clue about where a homeless can go to sleep in Copenhagen.
I don’t even imagine how hard it is for someone that sleeps in the streets, with heavy physical, psychological, social, and economical problems, to find a place where to go.
If you are a homeless in need of care, you wont get much support when you don’t match the criteria of the shelter.
If you are not local or between 29-50yo, you risk to get not support at all.


What do you think when you see a person sleeping in the street?
Do you think it’s fair to leave people sleeping under bridges?
Let me know in the comments.


Foodsharing Copenhagen – The story

Food waste is an issue that we can’t just ignore.
It’s not just a pity to throw away food, but it it’s an act of ignorance, egoism, and self-destruction.

We often forget that huge resources are used  to produce food: from production to the consumer, almost the half of it gets thrown away.
We should remember that there are people which can’t afford even to buy enough food; in Copenhagen, there is a graffiti stating: “someone’s trash, is someone’s else treasure”.

I had the chance to volunteer with and discuss with some of the activists which started Foodsharing Copenhagen

To fight food waste, a movement called Foodsharing started first in Germany, where it is now well-established.
Since about one year it started in Denmark, where it conquered Copenhagen.
Foodsharing Copenhagen was, in the beginning, a really small project, a grassroots initiative.

Foodsharing sign at the start, searching for volunteers in the streets


Thanks to the help of many volunteers, among which there was the great people of Floating City and the legendary Francois—who arranged many agreements with food donors—, it became a well structured non-profit movement with almost 10.000 followers on their Facebook page.



By the way, if you don’t know what Foodsharing is, well, it’s simple: there are weekly events where people can share their food or take food that they need.



Visit the Foodsharing Copenhagen website or the Facebook group for more info.

Street Connections – Getting close to people sleeping rough



A simple, human to human action, to share time and food with people, in the street.



It serves mostly for two causes:

– Create awareness about homelessness

– As sign of humanity and warmth to people sleeping rough




Once a week, we first gather with all the volunteers to prepare food with love; something simple is good enough.
After having a short conversation and planning about who goes where, we go in the streets in small groups, two to three persons in each group.

There is already a map which we can use to find the points where people sleeping rough are.

In an extremely kind, casual and humble way, we approach people sleeping rough, we start a conversation as we would talk to a person in a bar, then we aim at keeping it, about any topic, but we would never ever ask about their problems during the first or second time we meet them. Later on, if we feel confident and we sense that our connection is strong enough, we can start talking about their problems with them, but always trying to let them start the topic first, without pushing.

The next week we do the same, but with more knowledge, experience, and love acquired from the previous time.

Once we have enough information about the problems of our friends in the streets, we can brainstorm for solutions. Every person needs a different solution.

Each of us can propose to follow up one person in the street. This is the most effective way to create something beneficial.

We could, for example, help in making them an account into an accommodation or volunteer platform such as:





The first thing to create is a connection, a bridge, and a humble, true friendship. Even just one connection is enough. Once this is built up, each volunteer can understand situations and problems of people sleeping rough. Just then, there are possible actions that could improve their situation.



It’s not a rescue mission and it does not aim to fix problems instantly. It’s rather a long-term process, where each volunteer decides to open their minds and hearts making friendship with someone who meets mostly indifference and ignorance.  It is about creating an individual and unique relationship.



You are not simply “helping people in the street”, you are actually helping yourself too. From this activity, you may benefit more than the one you meet. It may seem strange but it is true.

Getting connections and understanding realities that you have never imagined to exist, will give you more than you can imagine.



“I feel really excited and tensioned to connect with people sleeping rough. I sometimes give food I have with me but I don’t actually talk with these people.”—Those are the words of a really kind-hearted activist. So, it seems, it’s hard even for highly aware people to connect with the ones in the street.
This may be exactly the same feeling of many others: you want to help, but you find it awkward or even embarrassing to randomly talk to people in the street.
“Street Connections” is a kind of workshop for those, like you, who have a big heart, but feel a bit uncertain about going and talking to rough sleepers.
Being in a sociable group, sharing knowledge and experience, will transform your tension into pleasure.

Copenhagen – Facebook Group – Street Connections


What is worse? To think without do or to do without thinking?

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