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


At the start of a long journey, we feel like reborn. The more uncertainty will be on the trip, the more we are getting free and young. We get young like a kid that doesn’t know yet how adult life will be, free like the ones that leave their old life, and items, behind and open up to a new life.

Every time there is a queue, people hurry up to just be waiting, squeezed, one next to another. There is often no logic in those actions, but mostly a wild unconscious reaction. We all want to be the first, not realizing that being the first may mean to wait longer for all the others and to stay standing up for a long while.


in a nutshell

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


(north-west part)
in a nutshell

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)
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)

Preparation for Cycling from Ukraine to Georgia – Reviewing Komoot

It’s time for me to cycle from Ukraine to Georgia.

I am on my way to Georgia, I am leaving Europe to get to Asia, on my way, for the first time I will be cycling on mountains, this will challenge my tour.
I am first heading south from Kiev, I will avoid Crimea and the war zone because I already have enough troubles on my way without armed conflicts going on.

I will reach Odessa and there take a boat to Batumi, in Georgia.

From Batumi, I will cycle to Tbilisi, the capital. Which is near Azerbaijan.

I am quite excited because I am going south where the weather should be good!
Georgia is known to be a welcoming country, I have heard great things about Georgia, especially the fact that Georgians are quite hospitable and make good food. Let’s hope they have some vegan stuff for me, let’s also hope that they will offer food to me while I cycle, as I have heard cyclists saying.


This time I have also a helmet and a 280 degrees camera.

I have just discovered an app with maps for bike touring, hiking, running and outdoors. It’s called Komoot.

After long online researches, it seems that this software it’s the best for people traveling to by bicycle.

It tracks your route and you can also share it.

What makes this app more useful than others is the possibility to get cycling directions for any country in the world, you can also download the maps offline (paid).
Once you planned the tour, you can save it and see how the way will be, the elevation, which kind of street you will be on (asphalt, path, paved…).
It tells you also how many kilometers will be uphill or downhill.
You get even information about how fit you should be to do a certain route and you can set your own fitness level.

From Kiev to the black sea

From Batumi to Tbilisi



I have to say that Komoot is practical, fast, intuitive, easy to use, user-friendly, effective, smart.
It really covers all the world, the instructions easy to use, allowing you to share routes, embedding, and see them online.

All important information are on the panel when you navigate: altitude, next stop, speed, average speed, time to destination, km to destination.

So, I suggest you to try Komoot!

No more roaming costs in EU, tell me if is true!

European Union Facebook page

From tomorrow, 15 June 2017, the European Parliament mandated to have “no more” roaming costs for calls, sms and data connections.

The president of the Council says: “The European Union is about bringing people together and making their lives easier. The end of roaming charges is a true European success story.”

But the truth is that there are many rules about this policy, so better you read them, here I share the official statement from the EU:


End of roaming charges in the EU – 15 June 2017

Roam like at home

The EU “roam like at home” rules mean that when you use your mobile phone while travelling outside your home country in any EU country you don’t have to pay any additional roaming charges. You benefit from these rules when calling (to mobile and fixed phones), sending text messages (SMS) and using data services while abroad.

You pay exactly the same price for using these services when travelling in the EU as you would if you were at home. In practice, your operator simply charges or takes your roaming consumption from the volumes in your domestic mobile tariff plan / bundle.

If you have a contract with a mobile operator which includes roaming services it will automatically be considered as a roam like at home contract. The default option for all new mobile contracts with roaming services will be roam like at home.


Roam like at home is intended for people who occasionally travel outside the country where they live or have stable links i.e. they work or study there. It’s not meant to be used for permanent roaming. As long as you spend more time at home than abroad, or you use your mobile phone more at home than abroad, you can roam freely at domestic prices when travelling anywhere in the EU. This is considered a “fair use of roaming services”.

If you use your mobile phone abroad permanently, your mobile operator may charge you for your roaming use. These charges are capped however (see fair use policy below).

When you cross a border within the EU, you will continue to receive a text message from your mobile operator informing you that you are roaming and reminding you of its fair use policy.

Fair use policy

Mobile operators may apply what is known as a “fair use policy” to ensure that all roaming customers have access to and benefit from the roam like at home rules (i.e. regulated roaming services at domestic price) when travelling in the EU.  Mobile operators may apply fair, reasonable and proportionate control mechanisms to avoid abusive use of these rules.

Fair use policy and data limits

When you roam like at home there are no volume restrictions for voice calls and SMS, but there are rules and limits for data usage at domestic price which are determined by the type of contract you have.

In some specific cases (see below), beyond a reasonably high volume of roaming data at domestic price, you may have to pay a data roaming surcharge which will be equal to the wholesale (EU-wide) data cap (€7.70 / GB of data in 2017 plus VAT). This wholesale roaming price is the maximum your domestic operator has to pay a foreign operator when you use data roaming services.

Data limits – pre-paid cards

If you have a pre-paid card (meaning that you pay in advance for using your mobile phone) you can roam like at home. However, your mobile operator may apply a roam like at home limit for data if you pay per unit and your domestic unit price for data is less than €7.70 per GB.

If your mobile operator applies a roam like at home volume limit for data, that limit should be at least the volume obtained by dividing the remaining credit on your pre-paid card by €7.70 as soon you start using data roaming services. You will get the same volume of roaming data that you have paid for in advance. You can of course top up your credit while roaming.

Sample story

Jana lives in Slovakia and has a pre-paid card with €20 credit (including VAT) for her mobile phone, which covers calls, SMS and data services. When she goes on holiday to Spain, she has €12 (excluding VAT) credit left on her card. This means that during her holiday in Spain Jana can have a volume of data equal to the value of the remaining credit on her pre-paid card. She will get at least 1.5 GB of roaming data (€12/€7.70 = 1.5).

Data limits – national bundles with unlimited data

If you have a contract where you pay a fixed monthly fee and it includes bundled services with unlimited data, your mobile operator must provide you with a large volume of roam like at home data. The exact amount will depend on the price you pay for your mobile bundle.  The roaming data volume must be at least twice the volume obtained by dividing the price of your mobile bundle (excluding VAT) by the wholesale data roaming cap (€7.70 in 2017).

For example: you pay €40 (excluding VAT) for your mobile bundle with unlimited calls, SMS and data. When you roam like at home in the EU, you get unlimited calls and SMS and at least 10.3 GB of data (2x(€40/€7.70) =10.3).

Your operator must inform you of your roam like at home data allowance. If you go beyond this allowance while roaming the surcharge will be the wholesale data cap = €7.70 / GB of data in 2017 plus VAT, €6 / GB plus VAT in 2018.  The data cap will decrease further after 2018.

Data limits – national bundles with limited data

If you have limited or very cheap mobile data (less than €3.85 / GB in 2017), your operator may apply a “fair use” limit for data when you are roaming. The limit is calculated on the basis of the retail price of your domestic mobile bundle as in the case of unlimited data (above). Your operator must inform you in advance about this limit and will have to alert you when you reach it. Be aware that you can continue data roaming but your operator will apply a surcharge. This surcharge will be the wholesale data cap = €7.70 / GB of data in 2017 plus VAT, €6 / GB plus VAT in 2018.  The data cap will decrease further after 2018.

Other contracts

Operators may also offer contracts without roaming services or specifically designed alternative roaming contracts with tariffs which fall outside the scope of the roam like at home rules (for example if you roam outside the EU) but these types of options must be specially chosen by the customer. As mobile operators are free to offer cheaper rates, you should shop around to find the best value and offer to fit your specific needs.

Fair use policy – monitoring

As part of their fair use policy, your operator can monitor and check your roaming use over a 4 month period. If, during this period, you have spent more time abroad than at home and your roaming exceeds your domestic usage, your operator may contact you and ask you to clarify your situation. You will have 14 days to do so.  If you continue to spend more time abroad than you do at home and your roaming consumption continues to exceed your domestic usage your operator may start applying a surcharge to your roaming consumption. The surcharges (excluding VAT) are capped as follows:

  • 3.2 cents per minute of voice call made
  • 1 cent per SMS
  • €7.70 per GB of data (cap in 2017)

The cap for data will progressively decrease on 1 January each year as from 2018 as follows:  €6, €4.50, €3.50, €3 to €2.50 in 2022. The cap after 2019 may be revised following a review of the wholesale roaming markets in 2019.

Fair use policy – cross border workers

If you work in one EU country and live in a different one, you can choose a mobile operator in either country and roam like at home with a SIM from the country where you live or from the country where you work. The roam like at home fair use policy applies: as long as you log on at least once day to your domestic operator’s network, it will count as a day of presence (even if you go abroad the same day).

Calling from home / roaming outside the EU

Calling another EU or non-EU country from home is not considered as roaming so the roam like at home rules don’t apply. You should be aware that the prices for these calls are not regulated and can be expensive.

The cost of roaming (particularly data roaming) outside the EU can be expensive, so to avoid running up steep roaming bills check the cost for roaming outside the EU with your provider before travelling.

Roaming while travelling by ship or plane

When travelling by ship or plane in the EU you can roam like at home as long as you are connected to a terrestrial (land-based) mobile network. If mobile services are provided via satellite systems, roam like at home no longer applies and you will be charged for non-regulated roaming services (no price caps).

Protection of personal data

Your operator is required to comply with the relevant personal data protection rules and may only use your data (which they already have for billing purposes) to check and compare your roaming usage with your domestic consumption.

If things go wrong – your consumer rights

If you think your service provider has not respected your roam like at home rights and you have been charged for roaming services while travelling within the EU, contact your operator and use the complaint procedure in place to contest these extra charges.

If you are not satisfied with the response you can contact the relevant national regulatory authorities in your country, usually your national telecoms regulator who will resolve your case.”



I am quite curious to see if is true.

What do you think about this?
Share your thoughts!

Ocean Dumping – Boats are destroying the sea, did you know?

Do you know how many boats are on the water right now?
Many more than you can imagine…

Do you know that each of those boats, small or big, is polluting a lot just by running the engines? Many of them use ocean dumping as regular practice to get rid of sludge and other nasty -often toxic- waste.
Did you know?

If you didn’t know, well, now you can read it, I will give you some evidence as well.


With a degree in Nautical Studies for Captains, five years of study plus practical training, graduating with the title of “Engine Cadet”, I have been working on a dozen of boats and I discovered many facts which would shock anyone with a minimum of ethical values.

After witnessing ocean dumping on boats where I was working: “Grimaldi Group Napoli” and “Navigazione due Golfi spa” ,  I knocked at the door of Greenpeace (Antwerp, Belgium) in order to let them know and find out what would have been possible to do. Unfortunately I was not heard by Greenpeace.
Successively I ask support to an italian lawyer (Gerardo Iorlano) which seem to be willing to help, but actually he never starts any procedure.


To be strange

People is afraid of what they don’t understand. Often the simplest things are not understood.

On a boat, while other members of the crew are obeying orders to dispose highly polluting waste in the sea, I am the strange person, I am odd because I don’t do it.

Being strange means simply not to comply with the majority, but when the majority is doing evil, do you want to be normal or strange?


People following, people leading

Often I angrily ask myself how is possible that the most persons just follow trends, mode and attitude of others…
Why can’t anyone create his own life?
Well, the answer I have found is that we, are supposed to be like that, if there would be more leaders than followers it would not work out. Following other’s way of being is also a conservative natural protection we have, to avoid getting in situations that could harm us…

Unfortunately, in the maritime sector, the leading figures are not always the best example to follow, while the followers – the crew – does not use any common sense obeying even criminal orders…

The fun of curiosity

I mostly start to do things for fun, because I think that I would enjoy the situations where I end up in circumstances which I would never have expected.

The most peculiar fact is, that I often discovered the ‘real meaning’ of my presence, in a certain situation, just at the end of the events, or later.  The ‘real meaning’ that I discover, turns out to become much different that the reason why I started to do a certain thing, that ‘real meaning’ becames my purpose, which I was not aware of initially.

Working on boats for about three years, and in the harbour afterwards, made me having tasks which maybe didn’t fit at all with my desire, but, I have learned and discovered things that would have been for me impossible to know otherwise.



Each of us has his level of superficiality, some people pollute while not even thinking about it, they may recognize it or not as devastating practice, often they do it, not just because they have no values nor ethics,  but because of their superficiality.

I was thinking about my own superficiality, it seems strange, I don’t repute myself to be superficial, but still:
– I don’t want to live in The Netherlands cause I don’t like the way dutch is spoken there
– I don’t enjoy really much finnish architecture
I do choose a country where I live in also based on those two things: architecture and language, which could be considered as superficial by someone.


Movies & Reality, the opposite of each other

Almost all the things that are fascinating and thrilling in videos or movies, are horrible in reality: war, killings, homelessness, catastrophes…


Romanticizing the worst

Boats accidents, Homelessness, soldiers, survival situations and even mafia.
Does it seems to be funny, exotic, nice, charming or disgusting to you?

Paradoxically enough, we tend to romanticize all the worst possible situations, attitudes or jobs.
Maybe it’s a kind of play-down that we automatically set up in order to relieve ourself from harsh reality.

We are bombarded with videos showing us how beautiful boats are, and consequently, we all love to go for a cruise-boat trip.
Boats are actually highly disturbing the life, ecosystem and natural balance of aquatic environments. In fact, just the presence of any floating structure, alters small and big marine settings. The most people is not even aware of this.


One ‘freedom’

We like to have the ‘freedom’ to do whatever we want and we often misuse that ‘freedom’. For sure in highly industrialized and economically developed countries.

Freedom to travel should not be equal to freedom to pollute without reason, taking an airplane or a boat, just because the ticket was so cheap, it’s an example of misuse.


One wants the freedom to “own” a dog

The dog has no freedom to choose,

Others have no freedom to walk in a park without shoes to become brown.


One wants the freedom to smoke

Others have no freedom to breath clean air,

No freedom to have no cancer,

No freedom to have clean streets.


One ask for freedom to listen loud music

Others have no freedom to quietness,

No freedom to choose what to listen.


One wants to have the freedom to consume and pollute as much as wished,

The fish has no freedom to be free from plastic in his environment,

Other people have no freedom to swim because of the contamination.


Behind any freedom, there is a non-freedom.


Recycling in Denmark, Find what you need, when you need, if you need

I just lost my socks from the window, I go in the night for a bicycle ride, I find nearly new socks right away.

I am with no sheets nor blankets, I need some, I notice on google map a place called “consignment shop”, in Copenhagen and I save it on my map.
After few days I get lost, I look on the map of my smartphone and I notice I am nearby the place I starred previously as “consignment shop”. Not just I find sheets and blankets, but pillows too. The only missing are pillowcases, but I just spotted some white t-shirt that can serve as it.

There are a lot of places in Denmark called “genbrugsstation”, containers park / consignment shops, where you can dispose the garbage and exchange items in a dedicated space, “the free shop”.

Nature & Sharing

Sharing and get benefit from each other is everything but new. With the boom of the sharing economy we all see how much beneficial sharing goods or services can be, Nature does it all the time.
In nature it’s practically impossible for one individual to use more resources that what he is supposed to, just we, as capitalistic artificial humans, have created a vicious circle that puts inequality, and related pollution, at the first place.
Let’s say you want to have food and water, if you eat a watermelon you get them both, in exchange you will spread around the seeds of the plant, giving a favor back, this is so implicit to nature that you don’t even notice you are helping the plant by eating the fruit…

Technology vs Nature

How to know when tech is going against nature?
Well, one easy attitude would be to use technology to better understand and follow nature’s rules.

Expensive things kill you

It’s quite paradoxical that expensive things are in many cases not good, while free, or inexpensive stuff, is making us live longer :

The most expensive things

– Drugs –  they kill you

– Cars & vehicles in general (boats included) – statistically kill more than any war

– Plastic surgery – you get also psychological problems from it

While free things are so healthy

– Water  – the most healthy drink

– Fruit – the best food

– Fasting – once a month or a week it purifies the body



I am changing, I changed, I did so many changes that if I change more I become like I was in the beginning.


Why Camping, nature and wildlife are beneficial

Doing wilde ‘uncomfortable’ life, is not just nice to be in contact with nature, get healthier, more spiritual, down to earth and rewild ourself, but also helps us appreciate the commodities we have in everyday life like water, electricity and other luxuries…

The ‘Floating City’ and the childhood

In Copenhagen there is a magic place, one of the few boats that does not pollute at all: The floating city.

It’s a self organized space, where many activities take place regarding recycling and reusing.
They even builded up by them-self boats with recycled materials. I had the pleasure to meet them and stay on the recycled catamaran for short.

When I was a kid, I use to play with a group of other kids in building up a mini villages, constructing small combs with wood and spending a lot of time in that projects. There, at the floating city the same is happening, bringing my feelings to my childhood.
Just with more tools.


Humans vs Animals

who is the smartest animal?

Are chickens stupid?

We may say that chickens are stupid because we have the technology to measure their brain size…
But, are we sure we are smarter than chickens?
If we see how many things we have destructed on this planet, well, chickens are smarter than us because they didn’t damage at all.
We could discuss endless about how smart we are boosting humans above other animal spieces, we can say we have the most developed brain and we won the challenge to dominate nature…
But if we take into account that we are the only animal contaminating air, water and soil, the essential to live, what else should we talk about?


One of the other differences between humans and other animals is that humans have the peculiarity to kill other of their own specie with madness.

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Belarus, Elections? 2015. Minsk, the city of Lukashenko or Stalin? Photo Reportage

High tower with a Communist Star on the top

It’s election time in Belarus, in Europe there is maybe not much discussion on the media.

The Belorussian folk I met was not really keen to say much about this topic, they didn’t trust much the voting system and their point was: “we already know the winner, there should be not even need of making elections”. I even heard someone saying: “Lukasheko is good for stability”.


Minsk is full of posters, and any kind of advertising, to remind everyone about voting on 11 of October 2015, but nowhere to see the candidates, except for him…

Judging from the amounts of sings and election ads, it looks like the only problem of Belarus is that people may forget to go to vote. You should be blind not to notice any of those signs/ads/videos/posters/decorations/flags etc… Even sms’s on your phone. Actually a blind can notice it because there are non stop audio propaganda too, also in the metro.

During some walks in the city I see stands with ‘activists-like’ individuals giving information’s, I go to talk with them, one of them speaks English, I ask about who are the candidates – after receiving some suggestions from the others – he tells me he does not speak English(anymore) and therefore he can’t tell me about the other candidates.
In a short while I see another stand,  they are young boys and girls speaking English, they look like alternative, genuine persons. I get to know it’s the stand of Lukashenko and they can’t give me any information’s about the other candidates. I ask how to know who else is candidate and why there is nowhere any information about them, the answer is: I have to go on in the internet and find it out by myself.


It’s a monumental city, where they keep Christmas decorations all year round, both in the streets and in cafes, almost to keep the place from changing, quite soviet style.
Shopping malls become more and more popular in Minsk, but here you have to pay even for the WC, and not just in the shopping malls, public toilets are all for paying.

Many private places, such as casinos, luxury hotels, restaurants, discotheques, have an extremely posh style, in high contrast with the communistic ideology. This maybe shows a reaction of the rich people trying to show – as much as they can – that they don’t belong to the average-low class.

It’s quite paradoxical for me to see that here in Minsk, being communist means to be from the side of the government. I remember when I was a teenager, I was often in environments where the Italian communist party people was involved, because it represented the alternative and the freedom of expression – in Minsk is not the case.

In the Baltic states (ex USSR) I had chance to hear quite many locals talking extremely negatively about the Soviet time. I though they where just complaining because of the appealing modern  consume-capitalist society. Now that I am in Belarus I understand what they were talking about. I understand how frustrating it feels to not have freedom of speech.

Often the most important thing people want to have is not money or power, but an identity.


To just get inside a library they needed all your data, passport, telephone number, exact address and you have to pay.
I asked to just have a look to the library, after almost half hour of BUREAUCRAZY, they asked me to pay fix membership. Okay, I can’t complain, I was born in Italy, there were BureauCrazy was born too, and now is still strongly alive!

Belorussian Police officers don’t look like to be annoying or arrogant.
They are quite professional and even pay the ticket to enter the metro. Many other police agents in other countries, Italy especially (which are the specialists of taking advance of being in a uniform),  could learn a lot from them.
Maybe they are a bit too strict, but I didn’t have much interaction with them, except for the registration at the migration office, which was quite annoying (because of the wild queue).



Women spend a lot of time and energy in dressing up like models, the same does the Government, in dressing up the city and the army. Waste of time, resources and energy.

Friendship and marriage are used in  conservative societies, to support each other in any field, even for legal matters, political or economical. Having often people selecting partners and friends based on non-affective interests.
Northern, and progressing society, have strong, accessible, public services that supports people, that’s why friendship and love are more selective and genuine in those cultures. More rare as consequence.

Even if people seems at first a bit cold and distant, they are approachable, just remember to say the following first : “Disvinize Pajalusta” – which I wrote completely wrongly!


One easy sign regarding the limitation of expression is the internet upload speed, it’s almost impossible to find anywhere a connection with an higher speed than 0.5mbs, which means that it’s really hard for anyone to broadcast or upload videos or audio…

While everybody looks the TV, state owned, the ‘distraction’ mass tool.


In Belarus you feel to be in an unreal place, out of the time. Back to the history.
Many public places look majestic, imposing and clean but, at the same time, they are mostly empty and sterile.
It looks like that the public authorities don’t really like the gathering of a persons in squares, they see it as an “unauthorized manifestation”. This gives as result people gathering in really ugly and hidden spaces, just to have a chat, drink or picnic.

Even street artists are not really welcome, because it seems that the governments sees them as ‘non tax payers”
This is such a big contrast, I even find it back inside myself, where is in me a fight between two characters of me, one side, as my big brother, always shy and submissive. The other part of me, like my other brother, really proud and ambitions…


University buildings are simple, they look like hospitals.
The most students seem to come from upper classes.
After asking around I find out that if you get good points, studies maybe for free, otherwise you have to pay for it.

If you don’t find a job you can join the army (which always welcome people) or clean the streets (almost for free). If you decide to not do any of those, being unemployed, you will have to pay a tax (240$/Year).

You can evaluate the welfare of a government from how much weak individuals and animals are treated. Here homeless people is not well seen. Meat is eaten in every meal.


Some of non aligned, artistic and anti-conformist persons may be found in McDonald or “west-style” bars. Maybe as form of ‘rebellion’ to the system.

I noticed that the still-soviet-style cafes and restaurants where I go to eat, play always the same music (soviet pop mostly). I don’t know if people likes it or realize this situation, but I am almost able to sing like the Ramazzotti-of-Minsk.


The urbanistic structure of the city is definitely capitalistic.
I have to admit that I loved the “countdown timer” on the traffic lights, it’s so practical, you always know what time to cross! (except once that the countdown didn’t show green after the red and I was almost killed by the speeding cars).
Although Public transportation is cheap and efficient, the cars are king here. Or maybe more thank king.
Often as pedestrian you have to take tunnels or longer ways in order to cross the huge car road.
As cyclist you don’t even have possibility to cross big roads, because pedestrian tunnels are totally bike-(or wheels)-unfriendly, you have to carry your bike by hand.
Also at home I have to carry the bike up to my place, for three floors, cause nobody leaves bicycles outside and they may get stolen.

I didn’t even see one person on wheelchair or with handicap, this means one of the two:

  • Everybody is perfectly healthy in Belarus;
  • They are ashamed and not supported by the local welfare, to move or be independent, because there is not even one proper wheelchair-friendly ramp in the whole country.


I apologize if anyone find that the title is not appropriate, actually I should have written it in a different way, not -Minsk, the city of Lukashenko- but -Belarus, the country of Lukashenko-.
The thing is that, expect Minsk, the rest of the country looks pretty much forgotten by the administration, that’s why I didn’t bother to write “the country”.

Do you think I wrote any bull***t?
Comment please!

(due limited connectivity in Belarus I was not able to edit and upload the videos I wanted to…)

Baltic’s States, I meet a blood drinker around Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania


One of the difficult things for me, to do on the road, is to take picture and enjoy what you are photographing at the same time. Is not easy to catch the beauty of what you are watching, often by photographing all the time, you even lose connection with the reality and the enjoyment of the moment. That’s why sometimes I just leave the camera on my bicycle and I record everything without even pointing at it! (not always with the best results….)

Blood drinking girl in Pärn‍u

On my way south, from Finland to the bottom of Estonia, I was searching for a place to sleep, suddenly I met someone…

We met in the middle of the night without knowing each other, in a dark street in the countryside.
I was lost and she offered me her place to sleep (without even seeing my face).
I liked her style, her way of behaving and her apparent foolery, she was really extravagant.
While we cycled to her place, she was telling me that she was a monster and enjoyed killing people. Drinking their blood.
I was slightly scared, but tired enough from the trip to follow her without resistance.

We arrived,
her room had many dark-style decorations on the walls.

It was the house of her grandparents, with her alcohol addicted grandfather, always drunk, screaming all the time, and her extremely sweet grandmother, gentle and kind, suffering all the time.

Even being afraid that someone is a dangerous person, if you like that person and you think it’s someone worth to get to know, you should go for it.  Everybody is a potentially dangerous person, and remember that even if someone is ‘bad’, he may change as well. Better to be now, with someone that looks like a dangerous person, or maybe not perfect, than to get to know someone thinking he is totally safe  (which does not exist actually) , that will eventually change in the future in someone dangerous while the first person may get better.
Not even death always related with ugliness: the dying of leafs on a maple tree are delightful to see for example.



The most people has a quite archaic and conservative opinion about sex and man-woman relationship. If you like to be in company of women you are seen as a dirty, stupid, unwelcome.
The first impression is that western Europeans can be just good to get scammed and ripped off.

There is a huge Russian influence here, even if people told me: “Lithuanians are more Russian-style than us…”.
Anyhow, I don’t see here a big wish for change from the past.

If a man is not prone to expose himself for his ideas, or his ideals have no value at all or he, as person, has no value at all.

Luca x2, the paradoxical coincidence

Passing by a hostel in the center of Riga, asking some information’s, I notice a person that I have seen somewhere before.

I ask:

“Hallo, did I see you anywhere before?”

“yes, maybe” – he says with a strong french accent,

“ah, that’s funny, where were you the past weeks?” – I reply,

“in Tallinn,”

“me too! we should have met there then, did you hitchhiked to here?”

“no, I came with the bicycle”

“me too! what a coincidence!”

“what is your route?”

“I am coming from Scandinavia”

“me too! that’s more than a coincidence… ! where are you going?” – I say, almost not believing it!

“south, direction middle-east,”

“me too!” – I even start to worry about too many coincidences! – “since when did you start?”

“many months”

“me too, seen that we have so much things in common, we should introduce each other! What’s your name?”

“Luca” – he says

“me too!!” I reply

This is funny, weird and does not even look like to be possible, but it is. And you have seen it on video!


I love Gulliver’s travels because whenever he was traveling,  in the each new place he arrived, the people could not understand or properly interpret experiences he had in the previous places. This happen in real life as well, who hasn’t traveled into a country, is not really able to understand certain things about that culture.



What if we would say to an anthropologist: “are you sure the culture you talk about is not just a scientific stereotype?” – I don’t think it is, but would be interesting to hear the answer.


If you just go in the street and shout: “Giedre” you will get at least the half of the girls turning their head. This is the most common name for girls.


Lithuanians really love to add sauces to any kind of food, especially ketchup!
Pizza with ketchup, mayonnaise or tartar sauce is quite common.
Coffee and tea are not filtered, which means that you are mostly eating, not drinking it.

Vegetarians and vegans in Vilnius

When I asked to a waiter in a restaurant for a vegan meal, she gave me this explanation:

“Vegetarian here means that you are allowed to eat fish, Vegan means that you don’t eat fish or meat, but you do eat milk and eggs.”

I was surprised, but actually I have to admit that in Lithuania people is still much more forward than in more southern countries about fair and healthy food, for sure Latvians and Belorussians are not better…


A group of three persons was behaving a bit annoying around the main train station during night time, once I called police they came really fast, they were helpful and did a good job, I even got a translator.

With Police the truth is sometimes the least credible.

The danger of who generalize is to end up fighting against his companions.


There are public bicycles and some bicycle paths, still the system is not perfect and in many streets it’s really hard to cycle because the path may be marked as “cycling lane”, but , it has in some areas paving stones that makes it almost impossible to cycle.  The crossings points need to be improved too.

Street Theater, Street Performances

Lithuanians have a sense of creativity, art and modernism, I was quite surprised to notice that.
There are many enjoyable street performances in Lithuania, regardless the cold climate (of course mostly in the summer), if you happen to pass in Vilnius in August you may enjoy some carfree days with Art, Sports and performances open to all.

Theater VS Real Life

Theater and reality overlap in my life, it merges until the point I don’t play theater anymore but I play my life, making the world as scene. This makes my technical acting skills decrease, but my social and life skills improve.


Regardless some other fields where there is room for improvement,  in Lithuania, you have great internet infrastructure: the best European fibreoptic internet penetration (usage) and both home and mobile internet really fast and affordable.

Technology VS Nature

How to know when tech is going against nature?
Well, one easy attitude would be to use technology to better understand and follow nature’s rules.

The ‘under construction hotel’ almost Hotel California





First night in “construction in progress hotel”:


price : 0 euro











Sea view;
Self-service  reception;


Bio-sea toilet;




Many builders.

Sex tourism or Rape? Couchsurfing horror story in Vilnius, Lithuania. A negative reference about sexsurfing that hides many things…

The aggressor

Twenty minutes of terror in Vilnius, the calm capital of Lithuania.
This man invites you to dinner and while being polite…

One of those two is the suspected
One of the two men is the accused of the crime, the face of the suspected is partially covered.

This is the feedback Giedre, a couchsurfing member, wrote for the guy in the above picture:

Giedre Birzyte Reference - Couchsurfing - Luca Gentile
“GIRLS, BE CAREFUL! I am putting negative reference, so you would go and check the neutral references, before you decide to stay, host or meet him. I’ve met him shortly, he invited me for a dinner to his place. 20 minutes was enough to understand that it is better to RUN fast from this guy. Pure intuition and no evidence, but I am glad I did not stay for evidence.”

Here he is cooking, preparing the trap
The guy is in the middle

We don’t have evidence yet, but thanks to intuition, our alert friend Giedre, could get away fast from him, lucky. Cause potentially, he could have done really horrific things…
Reports like this are quite useful for our community, we get informations and we know whom to isolate, or eventually report to Police.
Let’s hope many people will be so smart, alert and investigative like Giedre to report as much as possible those cases.

In the middle the suspected guy, while eating with other couchsurfer
In the middle the suspected guy, while eating with other couchsurfers –  Host Erwin Rossen – Eindhoven, The Netherlands

Or not?

How many are our own mental fantasies and how many of those are matching the reality?

How many of those we thought were serial killer did really kill?
Do we watch maybe too many horror movies?

We are so scared and warned about strangers, but do we know that many crimes are happening within the family circles?
Do we know that it’s more likely that our best friend or partner is going to do something bad, than a stranger?

In the USA people continuously kill each other by mistake, they have all easy reach to weapons and simply because they are ‘scared’ they fire instinctively… maybe on their neighbour

Here he fakes to be asleep before attacking the polish victims - CS Host Patrik  - Belgium
Here he maybe fakes to be asleep before attacking the victims, three polish CSers – CS Host Patrik – Belgium

I don’t think that not knowing someone is a reason why this person is potential serial killer.
There is bad people, but is not because we don’t know them that they are bad.

The creepy guy is eating while other couchsurfers are scared of him
The creepy guy is eating while other couchsurfers are scared of him, ready to run away. Or maybe the one standing could be his crime partner –  Couchsurfers Andrea Taurino and Rafael Oliveira – Helsinki, Finland

You wanted maybe now the continue of the story? – actually the start, cause we don’t have a start yet.
Righ!  I will write it, also because the guy who got the feedback is me (yes, I am a monster and I didn’t even realize it)

Here the horror story continues…

Here a potential victim is drinking some unknown drinks
Here a potential victim is drinking some unknown substances with closed eyes

“I am putting negative reference, so you would go and check the neutral references… I’ve met him shortly, he invited me for a dinner to his place, 20 minutes… it’s better to run…pure intuition and no evidence” – Giedre says (the victim)
What kind of reference is that? An invite to see other references? It’s better to run? run instead of…? walking? cycling? Intuition of what? Why she went to my place if I have such alarming neutral feedbacks? – I say (the monster).

This is a proof of the offender intention to arm, his expression is enough to condemn him.
This is a proof of the offender intention to harm, his expression is enough to condemn him. The victim is not aware of it, still smiling – CS Meeting in The Netherlands.

Twenty minutes of horror:

Giedre was supposed to host me, she accepted my couch-request but finally I got a good offer on Airbnb where I could have my own apartment in Vilnius (soviet union style) for a superlow price.
I invited her to have some food at my place to be thankful to her.
It took me efforts to make the food (I wanted to cook something good) and make the place look nice.

First ten minutes:

I noticed that Giedre was already behaving odd talking about the neighborhood where I had the apartment (which is the Naujininkai district in Vilnius) saying it was a place where criminals live, doing a bit Columbo style.
As she arrived, her inspection started to my apartment, almost like mr Holmes, she asked me detailed informations such as where I had this place from, if I moved the furniture myself, etc… she even looked inside personal closets and I told her: “I don’t even know what you will find in those closets cause this is not my place and I have not opened those closets myself to respect the privacy of my host” – then she stopped doing inspector gadget and started eating.

Second ten minutes:

Except her ‘high level curious behavior’, everything seemed to be back to normality once we started to eat.
I didn’t feel really offended by her previous behaviour cause I have met any kind of persons in my trips (even though someone else may get offended, especially from the inspection in the personal closets).
She was seating in front of me, about two meters far from me, on another couch, the table was in the middle of us, she was always asking quite odd and personal questions but less Clouseau style this time.
I had some bad experiences in Riga not long ago, I was starting to talk about it to her, saying: “in Riga some criminal girls tried to drug me in order to rob me…” – when Giedre stood up, said: “I want to go” – and left.

This all happened in no more than half-hour in total, no longer. Absolutely nothing more than this happened.

I felt really down, I could not understand why she did it, I got almost depression for a couple of days (especially after reading her comment) thinking something is wrong with me.

Classic pose of a perverted half naked serial killer, pretending to cook, before attacking the victim
Classic pose of a perverted half naked curly hairy serial killer, pretending to cook, searching some knifes, before attacking the CouchSurfing victim

After some facebook discussion with many people about this event I guess that one of those applies:
– Giedre is psychologically not stable;
– She feels some kind of feminist empathy for the criminal girls of Riga;
– She is totally disrespectful and has random hate for men;
– Giedre is a friend of someone who left me a neutral reference;
– No other men have ever been so polite with her and she was shocked;
(it’s also possible that more than one of those applies)

Here the host prepares the trap, it's to against the host Thea, from Oslo.
Here the guy prepares the trap, it’s for  the CS host Thea Rostbakken, from Oslo, Norway.

In her mind being too polite is not normal and for her is equal to be creepy?

I wanted to write to Giedre, but from the moment I am like a monster to her eyes (by reading her reference) I prefer not to contact her. I also think she should be the one who has to write first, anyway I am open to friendly discussion (but without food this time). Maybe would be good also for her (for sure cheaper than a psycholog).

I will leave a negative feedback to her cause I feel quite uncomfortable with what she did and what she wrote.
I don’t find it fair: I was really polite, kind and respectful to her, I spent efforts to make the place look nice and for the food.
She accused me ‘in general’ just for no reason, just for her mental fantasies. I really would like to know what was going on in her mind and what girls should be careful of?

An attempt to poison a whole group of CSers, in Hungary, during CS  Couchsurfing Diamond Moon tour 2013 -
An attempt to poison a whole group of CSers, in Hungary. Note the offender habit to be almost naked before the crime – during CS Couchsurfing Diamond Moon tour 2013 –

OK Giedre, you don’t know it cause you runned away after 20 min, but I tell you a secret about me, something few people know, something maybe I should feel ashamed of, something not just to make public in a post, something that may condemn people to death penalty in certain regimes, a fact that may not allow me to go back to my italian family, the evidence that you didn’t wait to discover:

I am a feminist too!
And I will help you to warn all the GIRLS about the danger that they may have with such a creepy man as I am. But I will be more specific then you.

Let’s shout out the hidden truth of me, my dark side:

The attacker behaving like a friendly pizza man, before his dark plans. CS host "Martina Piantina", Spain,
The attacker behaving like a friendly pizza man, before his dark plans (look at the knifes, why there? why in the kitchen? – Also on the nose there is some white powder, he was maybe  camouflaging cocaine for flour, typical technique) CS host “Martina Piantina”, Spain,

Why not warning boys too? I do invite men as well at my place.
– Please Girls and Boys, Men and Women, Ladies and Gentlemen, if you don’t like the above mentioned behaviors don’t come to my place for dinner or, instead of running away, just tell me that you have important business to do and leave after five minutes, it’s more polite. At least in some cultures –

He even developed some skills in pizza flying, just to confuse the ideas of the eaters...
He has even developed some skills in pizza flying, just to confuse the ideas of the victims…

I avoid feeling too much offended or thinking of others as bad, but words are stones, and thanks to persons like Giedre, in the inquisition time (or maybe still in some countries), people was burned up FOR REAL just because of ‘PURE INTUITION’.

While the pizza flies he is thinking about his next victim - CS Guest Alessandro Colombi from Milan.
While the pizza flies he is thinking about his next victim – CS Guest Alessandro Colombi from Milan.

Here the final evidence of the crime, uncovered, a video of the maniac assaulter (me) with his CS host Margaret & Pati, in Helsinki, Finland:


PS. In case Giedre may have felt some compassion and closeness to the criminal girls of Riga which I was talking about. To fully inform the readers, I post the story of the criminal Riga Bar-Girls Scam I was saying to Gidre just before her exodus:




The countryside northen of Riga (Latvia) so charming but so tough

Cycling to the capital of Latvia, I had some tough time but it made me end up in a wonderful place…


Bicycle on the beach
Vidzemes akmeņainā jūrmala



I never thought that I in the northern coast of Riga (about 70 km from the city) there would be such beautiful landscapes, amazing, fascinating views that drained up the battery of my camera.
Actually I regret to have made so much pictures, because I spent the most of my time looking at the camera instead of looking at the reality.


Vidzemes akmeņainā jūrmala
Rocks on the Latvian north-east beach


The enjoyment of the sight made the time passing fast, suddenly it was dark and I was still 70 KM from my destination (Riga), I thought “ok, I will spend the night in a hostel here…”; actually I didn’t had into account that there are no hostels in those villages, not eve motel, there were two camping but they were close.
After few kilometers I find a guest house, I call the owner and he asks me: “how many you are” – I say – “I am alone…” I don’t finish the sentence that the guy reply: ” we are closed.”
I start to think to pass the night in the forest, but it is about to rain and for the day after there is the same weather forecast: rain.




I go to a supermarket to ask if they know any place where I can go and to buy some food. The food is extremely expensive and of bad quality, I ask the woman if I can eat inside the supermarket cause I am cold outside (I cycled for 10 hours and I wanted some warmth), the woman says: “no”.




I find a last camping on google maps, I call and a really kind woman, speaking perfectly english (better than me at least), says: “just come to a green gate”.
Of course I don’t find the gate, but after a couple of calls we find each other and I am so surprised of how friendly and kind this person is.
She tells me that they are close, but she wants to help me and she can offer me an appartment, for free! – I was actually shocked from her kindness and good heart.
I enter the place and is just amazing, beautiful wooden floor, wooden doors and all modern with all comfort!


Is from here that I am writing, in this moment…




I want to link this place cause such kind acts are not common: