Tuesday, 26 August 2014

The Trip is Over - Route Map

From July 2013 to July 2014, I set out on a journey with no fixed plan and no end date, just some ideas, a lot of curiosity, a love of travel, and a desire to see some more of the world before I get tied down by life. 

I ended up visiting 17 countries - some well known and visited, and quite a few less so since I tried to get off the tourist trail where possible. I wrote this blog along the way for the benefit of my friends and family and to help me remember the various experiences, but have managed to attract a wider audience since then possibly including you. Some blogs are pretty exciting whilst others are just a record, but I hope you enjoy the tales regardless.

Steve
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Here's the complete route:


 Interactive map here


The trip - a quick summary:

England – 3 days – cycling along the hilly south coast to Portsmouth to get the ferry

France 
 4 days - cycling to the Tour de France final 

Belgium
 – 2 days - lovely cycling beside canals and a day in Antwerp

Holland – 1 day - my longest day of cycling ever on the best cycle paths at 128 miles 


Germany – 1 month - visiting car factories, modern cities and one of the world's biggest beer festivals


Denmark – 2 days - cycling through nice scenery and a cool capital city


Sweden – 2 months - experiencing Swedish life with friends, seeing the northern lights and spotting President Barack Obama


Norway – ½ day - a six hour day trip on my bike through stunningly beautiful mountains


Czech Republic – 3 days - enjoying one of Europe’s most beautiful cities


Poland – 4 days - visiting the deeply moving historical site of Auschwitz


Jordan – 2 weeks - exploring Wadi Rum desert, trying scuba diving, being wowed by the ancient city of Petra


India – 4.5 months - being constantly overwhelmed by the chaos, colour and majesty - it's another planet


Singapore – 4 days - recovering from India and exploring whilst hanging out with an old friend


Malaysia – 1 month - caving, scuba diving and travelling through jungle and city in a gang of four


Brunei – 2 days - hitchhiking to a six star hotel, and trying to understand this oil rich nation

Indonesia – 2 months - being wowed by tropical islands, kind people, jungle, culture and volcanoes


Dubai – 2 days - getting sweaty and confused by a big, fake oasis of concrete


Georgia – 2 ½ weeks - visiting old monasteries, cave cities and huge beautiful rocky mountains


I cycled the first leg to Sweden, left my bike at my friend's house, and then continued on mostly by planes, trains and buses.

Monday, 25 August 2014

A Lot Can Happen In a Year

The final blog

Three weeks have now passed since returning to England; enough time to catch up with most of my family and friends, tie up the loose ends of the trip and mull over the past year or so. 

A lot of people have asked different questions about the trip, so I thought I'd look back over the year as a whole, as well as picking out the best and worst bits, as you will see mostly in a separate post. It's not been easy as so much has happened that I wasn't sure myself - such is the ability of time to turn all the small details into a slightly blurry big picture, but it seemed like a bit of a waste not to digest the trip since I’ve gone to the effort of finding such places and adventures in the first place.

I'm pleased that I made the effort to quit my job to do the trip and on the whole it's gone tremendously well, with so many things happening that were beyond my wildest dreams, and very few problems, certainly nothing major. The journey had been significantly different to my first big one five years previous, where I went to more well-known countries and generally played things a little safer. That experience held me in good stead for this one, where I've purposely pushed the boundaries of what I feel comfortable with, and at times have strayed far from the beaten path.

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It's always hard to pick out favourites when there's so much to choose from, but I have to say that in  country-wise I really enjoyed Sweden, India and Indonesia. Sweden had great lifestyle and beautiful scenery, India was like being on another planet half the time and thoroughly exciting because of that, and Indonesia had such variety - thick jungle, tropical islands, active volcanoes and very kind and friendly people. In terms of the favourite things that happened, well, you'll just have to read the seperate post I'm afraid.

I got ill twice, but thankfully neither time was particularly bad. The first was in India happened when I got a bit too blasé about street food and ate something which mildly upset my stomach for ten days, though only really knocked me down for one afternoon. The second time in Indonesia something, who knows what it was, levelled me for a day but again thankfully didn't last long. I also suffered a dog bite, an eye infection, and a fungal infection, all of which were simple to sort out so on the whole I was pretty fortunate.

The first three months or so in Europe were in total contrast to the rest of the trip. It was clean, organised, and comfortable (if a bit expensive) and whilst those are mostly good things, they didn’t give the feeling of excitement and adventure I was looking for, in fact at one point in Dresden, Germany, I felt completely bored of travelling. Thankfully the spark came back once arriving in Jordan and pretty much continued thereafter, since I found Asia to be almost constantly exciting and challenging to the senses.

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Some people might find it odd that I'd want to quit my job and do such a trip in the first place, wondering whether I hate working or just wanted to run away from a crappy life; in fact the opposite is true. I enjoy working and life at home was pretty good. I'm just a curious person; I wanted to see amazing sights and understand the world whilst circumstances allowed. I enjoy the sensation of movement, of continually experiening new things, and wanted to learn, see how people lived, gain knowledge and meet interesting people.

Some guy called Voltaire once said ‘Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need’, a saying I agree with to an extent, certainly early on in the trip when I struggled with the feeling that I needed to be productive, and that there was little point to what I was doing. Thankfully these feelings subsided and were replaced with the understanding of what I was actually gaining, as well as the notion that there’s more to life than just work. However as a form of lifestyle travelling is a little fake and unsustainable - you're seeing real life, but not really living a real life. There's no day to day worries or pressures, and seeing so much eventually left me feeling jaded and over-stimulated, so I'm pleased to have finished living like a nomad and come back to a more settled life. I didn’t work as such over the trip, at least not for money, but spent around a month in total doing jobs for my hosts and volunteering for an NGO.

There are many upsides to travel, but many downsides as well. The constant changes in culture and surroundings that you need to adapt to, the continual need to find somewhere to stay, eat, and wash. The uncomfortable transport, the noise, haggling, the lack of stability. The lack of income, lack of advancment in career, and not seeing family or friends. The very limited amount of belongings you have, having to take anti-malarial tablets every day, the constant planning ahead, and the regular writing on what's passed behind. I sound like a moaner, and of course the good sides outweigh the bad by a long way, but it needs to be known it's not all lying on tropical beaches. In fact it rarely actually was.
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I spent just over four of the twelve months staying or travelling with other people, including friends in Sweden, my brother who came to Berlin to meet me, and my old Uni Adam who now lives in Singapore. I travelled on my own for the rest of the time. Thankfully loneliness was never really a problem as I met new people at almost every stop and am pretty good with my own company anyway when things were quieter.

The media is pretty good at portraying the world out there to be a pretty nasty and dangerous place, and indeed it is in a tiny amount of places, but when you compare the size of those spots against the size of the world as a whole they are but mere specs of dust, and as long as you take sensible precautions travelling is pretty safe on the whole. To be honest I’ve seen more hostility on a Saturday night out in England than I did on the whole trip, and apart from some Indian teenagers who threw rocks at me when I wouldn't use their 'guiding services', the most dangerous things I encountered were generally buses.

Someone asked me if the trip was life changing. Well I've returned neither married nor dressed as a woman so not massively so, but I have seen and learnt a tremendous amount along the way so it must have had some sort of impact. Just like on my last trip I learnt that people generally want the same things in life - good health, security for their family, material comfort and so on. Or more eloquently put, in the words of a Radio 4 documentary I recently heard: ‘We all have the same needs, the same preoccupations. We all have the same hopes and fears’. I was shown great generosity from a huge number of people I met, curiously often from people who have much less than I do. The people I Couchsurfed with, the Indians who invited me into their homes during a festival, the guy we hitchhiked with who also bought us lunch - just a few examples of generosity. And before people think that would never happen here, it did within an hour of arriving back in England, just outside Heathrow.

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You might think that travelling would throw up a few communication problems and indeed at times it does, but there were usually ways around it, be it using hand gestures, writing down numbers or pictures or simply learning a few words, such as in Indonesia where the language is fairly easy to pick up. But to be honest English is king, and you'd be surprised by just how many people can understand a bit of it, particularly in former British colonies such as India or Malaysia. In fact it was obvious to see how the first wave of English-language influence came in colonial times, and the second from America's more recent influence on the world, particularly through Hollywood movies. Hearing a Spanish person speaking English to an Indian, a Korean girl to an Indonesian, and an Italian to a Georgian really tells of its dominance as a medium in today's world. In particular, though I knew they were good, I was amazed by the fluency of English in Belgium, Netherlands and Scandinavia - I once sat at a dinner table in Sweden where nine people spoke perfect English between themselves so a to not block me out from the conversation. The fluency in India as well was a surprise and I rarely struggled there to find someone who spoke it.

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I said from the start that my route was going to be flexible, for it's hard to predict what might happen along the way and how I might feel as the journey progressed, and indeed the route changed quite significantly from plan. I visited five countries that I planned to whilst missing out two, yet for varying reasons went to an extra twelve that I hadn’t intended to. Just as well then that I chose to book everything as I went along rather than buying a more straightforward (but more expensive and rigid) round-the-world ticket in advance. If I was to do the same route again there would be a few places I'd skip for sure, but I don't regret going to anywhere as such - every place had something to offer, even if it was just a story afterwards.

Contrary to a few people's understanding I only used my bike as a form of transport for the first three weeks, though I did hire a bike for the odd day along the way. Getting around thereafter generally meant using whatever form of transport was cheapest, most comfortable, quickest or generally most appropriate. Planes where absolutely necessary, trains whenever possible, buses begrudgingly but most commonly, taxi's or rickshaws rarely, bikes as much as I could, scooters for exploring areas when possible, all manner of boats on river and sea when I found water, and on foot when none of those would do. No animal transport though - I hate horses.

Even though a few experienced travellers consider it uncool to travel with a guidebook, I always do, particularly for the transport information. I try to use the book as a guide not a bible, picking and choosing what I use from it and taking the descriptions with a pinch of salt. The trouble with guidebooks is they're often out of date straight away, make for unimaginative journeys, and encourage people to flock to the same hotels and restaurants, which often means those owners take advantage of you and the small guys nearby miss out. I prefer to use the Rough Guide series where possible but sometimes use Lonely Planet when it's not, and use them as eBooks on my iPad so that all I then have to do is download it when I reach a new country instead of any faff. It saves a fair bit of weight as well, even if an eBook is not quite as easy to use as a real book, and security wise it never proved a problem.
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I also often checked for information the Wikitravel website as well, which whilst often quite amateur often has much more information on the destination, and Trip Advisor could be handy in small doses to show reviews and ratings on attractions.Where possible first hand recommendations for things are the best though, as long as they're impartial of course, and if someone was going to, or staying somewhere that sounded good I'd often join them.

In summer in Europe it was pretty essential to book accomodation due to high demand, but in Asia there was usually plenty of choice and availability so I never bothered, especially as standards vary wildly so it's nice to have a look before you commit. With transport I played it by ear - with buses I'd often book the same day, trains a day before, and short haul flights in Asia anywhere between a couple of weeks and a few hours before flying with little cost difference, though again this is different in Europe.

My travelling style, and indeed thoughts on travel evolved over the trip. I learnt to slow down, and not just focus on sightseeing - 'it's about the journey, not the destination' as a wise old traveller told me. I liked to look at the places behind the gloss - the side streets, industrial areas and strangely even municipal services, which tell a story in themselves of how well developed a place really is. I'm a lot less interested in the major attractions now - the pyramids and Machu Picchu's of the world, as from experience often the better something is, the more people go there, and therefore the more busy, commercialised and trashed it gets. It totally ruins the experience for me; Petra and Mt Bromo being two such examples, so with the world getting more affluent and therefore able to travel, such places are only going to get worse in my opinion. Don't leave it until retirement if you want to see them!

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Writing the blogs took a lot of time, often up to five hours each, especially as I wrote almost every word on a mobile phone for the first three months and then an iPad mini thereafter - neither of which are really suitable writing tools, but in the name of weight and overall simplicity they had to do. Having now put it all into Microsoft Word it's only now I've seen not only how much I wrote (180,000 words - enough for three books!), but just how many spelling errors there are, so well done for putting up with them!

This is likely to be the final proper blog now bar possibly the odd video over the coming months - it's time to get back to work. I'd like to thank everyone I stayed with, and everyone who has taken the effort to read my blogs whether you've done so regularly, caught up from time to time, or just glanced over occasionally - please do stay in touch.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

People keep asking me about the best and worst bits of my trip, but to be honest since so much has happened it's started to blur together. So I've spent a bit of time trawling back through my past blogs and picked out the best and worst bits of a year on the road - you can open the pictures as well as follow the links to read more.

Highlights - the best bits


Worst Experiences
     
Kindest people
  • Everyone who let me stay or Couchsurfwith them
  • The five Indian families who invited me into their homes and took me round during a festival Ahmedabad, India
  • The guy who invited me into his tiny slum house on my birthday for a Sprite – Pune, India
  • The guy I hitchhiked with who insisted on paying for lunch - Indonesia
  • Ubai, the Indonesian girl who insisted on paying for everything – Balikpapan, Indonesia
  • Gustin, who showed us around the Tana Toraja area for free over five days - Rantepao, Indonesia


Worst Journeys


Favourite Places
  • Ghent, Belgium
  • Swiss-Saxony region, Germany 
  • Scandanavian Mountains, Norway
  • Darlana region, Sweden
  • Wadi Rum desert, Jordan
  • Udaipur, India
  • Dharamsala, India
  • Honey Valley, Coorg, India - a beautiful spot in the green hills of South India
  • Mulu National Park - only accessible by plane, and full of wonder and adventure, Malaysia
  • Mt Semeru, Indonesia
  • Svaneti region, Georgia


Worst places
  • Delhi - a schizophrenic city of two halves, not really fitting of a capital city - India
  • Semporna - we only passed through for an hour or so, but what a smelly dive - Malaysia
  • Sideraja - the biggest, smelliest, town I might ever have visited - Indonesia
  • Dubai – too hot and fake - UAE


Most moving & eye-opening moments:
  • Cycling past all the World War II memorials and cemeteries in Northern France
  • Visiting Auschwitz memorial site -  Poland
  • Helping to give out blankets on a trip to a flood disaster zone - Himalayas, India
  • Passing funeral pyres by the river - Kandara, India
  • Volunteering with Asha Kiran in ultra-basic building site crèches – Pune, India


Most Dangerous Episodes
  • Bus journey up the Rohtang pass – a single-lane mountain road, set into the cliffs with a big drop to one side, no barriers, and a mad driver - India
  • Having rocks thrown at me by a teenager - India
  • Hiking Indraha pass - India
  • Jeep journey to a flood disaster zone in the Himalayas - India
  • High-speed bus journey from Kumily to Kottayam - India
  • Walking past a large Indian Python in the wild - India
  • Indian roads in general – some of the lowest driving standards in the world


Most Shocking Moments
  • First time on the train through very overcrowded Old Delhi - India
  • Seeing a homeless man sleeping face down in the dirt, Jodhpur - India
  • Driving past destroyed homes in a huge flood disaster zone, Kandara, Himalayas - India
  • The first time I saw cows eating from a rubbish bin, Kalka - India
  • Walking past a young guy passed out from glue sniffing, Kanyakumari - India
  • Driving past a dead cow missing all its skin and being ravaged by dogs - India
  • Seeing live chickens for sale in a market, wrapped in string and newspaper - Malaysia
  • Witnessing hundreds of people defecating by the railway tracks, Agra - India
  • Visiting Dharavi - Asia's largest slum - Mumbai, India
  • Ambala train station where hundreds of people were sleeping on the floor in and outside - India
  • Watching people getting tattoos whilst sat cross legged on a dirty pavement - Ahmedabad - India
  • The Tibetan guy telling me about his parents who were killed by the Chinese army - India
  • Seeing two men suspended from tractors by hooks that had been inserted into their skin – Kanyakumari - India
  • Poor people in basic wood stilt huts - Mabul Island, Malaysia
  • Men casually selling a few guns beside the road, Berau - Indonesia
  • Holding a reticulated python - Balikpapan, Indonesia 
  • Seeing seven buffalos sacrificed by slashing their throats whilst alive – Rantepao, Indonesia
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Photo interlude 
Highlights - the best bits (1)
Highlights - the best bits (2)
Some of my favourite places
A few of the more shocking sights
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Most Bizarre Moments
  • Going to the home of a crazy prince who believed he was the reincarnation of Bruce Lee, Roger Moore and Spiderman. Oh, and owned the universe - Udaipur, India
  • Seeing around 1,000 people roller skating down the street -  Denmark
  • Getting a tour of a half million pound show home, after an odd night-time walk – Amman, Jordan
  • Eating bat in a roadside café Tentena, Indonesia
  • A mad carry on with a taxi, and other cars and people on a dual carriageway - Jordan
  • Being blessed by an elephant - India
  • Seeing a peacock eating out of a wheelie bin - Delhi, India
  • A strange hilltop cultural festival where goats were slaughtered and men competed in rock lifting – Vardzia, Georgia
  • Going skiing in India
  • Complaining about ants in my orange juice, and the waitress just fishing them out with a spoon – Tentena, Indonesia
  • Eating chicken steak in a post office car park – Samarinda, Indonesia
  • Sleeping beside a dog in a cave – India
  • Being invited to star in a paint advert – India
  • Cows lazing near men cleaning people’s ears on the beach – Goa, India
  • Seeing a 450 year old corpse in a glass box – Goa, India
  • Meeting a one-armed beach poet – Goa, India
  • Going for a beer with a fake philosophy lecturer – Cochin, India
  • Wandering around a graveyard where skulls lay by old coffins smashed open on the ground – Rantepao, Indonesia


Best Accommodation
  • Krageholm Farm, Sweden
  • Adam’s flat, Singapore
  • Green View Hotel, Varkala, India


Worst Accommodation
  • Panchayat Bhawan hostel, Chandigarh - a huge dirty white room - India
  • On a friend's floor in the doctor’s accommodation of a Delhi mental hospital- India


Strangest places slept
  • Row of seats, Gatwick airport - UK
  • Lahesh cave, 3274m up a mountain - India
  • In a tent in a desert – Wadi Rum, Jordan
  • In a shack up a mountain – Mt Mulu, Malaysia


Most extreme weather
  • Wettest - Samarinda, Indonesia
  • Hottest – Dubai near 50°
  • Coldest – cold °! - Black Forest, Germany
  • Most humid - 35° heat - Cochin, India

One liners - 
  • Earliest wake-up - 12.30 am to hike Mt Semeru through the night
  • Most overwhelming thing - Cycling into the centre of Paris
  • Most bicycles spotted - Copenhagen, Denmark
  • Toughest thing - Cycling 110m in one day through the Norwegian Alps
  • Best journey - bus from Rishikesh to Ramnagar - so colourful and crazy
  • Most expensive country - Sweden – beer was £7.50 a pint in one nightclub!
  • Cheapest country – India – I paid as little as £2.10 a night for a guesthouse, 50p for a haircut and 30p for a 4 hr train journey
  • Best country for food – India
  • Coolest architecture - West Amager area, Copenhagen, Denmark
  • Things lost – a book, some socks, a leather belt, swimming shorts, two pairs of headphones, a travel towel (hard to replace), and a buff. Near miss – 100 Jordanian dinar note (about £50) which blew out of my hand and I had to chase it along a road as it blew away!
  • Most friendly nations – Jordan where you constantly hear ‘you’re welcome’ & Indonesia where they shout ‘hello mister’ constantly
  • Most nerve racking moment – waiting to get on the plane to India


Seen on the journey - the world’s biggest...
  • ...Beer festival (OK, actually second biggest) – Stuttgart, Germany
  • ...Technology museum – Munich, Germany
  • ...Kite festival – Ahmedabad, India
  • ...Turban – Udaipur, India
  • ...Cave – Mulu, Malaysia
  • ...Gold ring – Dubai, UAE
  • ...Skyscraper – Dubai, UAE
  • ...Perspex panel – Dubai, UAE
  • ...Shopping mall – Dubai, UAE


Some of the most interesting people I met:I met so many kind, funny and intersting people that it seems unfair to pick just a few out. I'll just be unfair I guess:
  • The South African girl in Paris, who had just been out to dinner with the wife of the Tour de France winner, the night before he won
  • The Pålsson family, who I stayed 3 weeks with
  • Nic & Maria Rolander, who I stayed a week with
  • Markku – a.k.a. - Father Christmas in Sweden
  • Moussa from Comoros, - Amman Jordan
  • Betsy works for the Clinton foundation in New York, and has met Bill Clinton himself
  • Mohammed – Couchsurfing host – Aqaba, Jordan
  • Australian guy who ran a tour bus company in the seventies that did a famous route from London to Kathmandu; the hippie trail – Jordan
  • Wayne a fascinating guy who’s been cycling the world for 4 years - wmhafrica.blogspot.com – Jaipur, India
  • Nick, the British teacher who teaches teachers - a bit of an ultimate traveller
  • The deputy Greek ambassador to Georgia – Tbilisi, Georgia
  • Emilie, a fascinating French-American girl, who’s a reptile expert, doing a doctorate in Arabic and can speak six other languages fluently – Tbilisi, Georgia
  • The Californian maths teacher who had travelled to Sudan, Djibouti and Ethiopia
    Kazbegi, Georgia
  • Luke, a touring cyclist from Texas riding from Ljubljana to Tbilisi – Gori, Georgia
  • Giovanni and Alesandra, a modest and friendly pair of Italian actors and directors – Mestia, Georgia
  • The Russian woman who lived in Manchester, had a Georgian boyfriend, and whose parents reside within the Arctic circle and once lived in Cuba

Some of the most bizarre moments

Seen on the journey - the world’s biggest...

A few of the kindest people I met, in no particular order

A few of the most interesting people I met, in no particular order

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Last pics

The last two albums of photos are now on-line:

Dubai - here

Georgia - here

The Trip is Over - Food

For anyone into their food, here's a look back through my notes of some of the dishes I ate along the way:
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     Sweden
·         Breaded and double fried herring with mash and lingerberry jam
·         Various wholesome combinations of Swedish meats, veg, salad, and bread.
·         Cracker-type bread, barbecued Swedish sausage, with lavender biscuits and local brown ale
·         Red deer steaks
·    Poland
·         Potato pancakes for starter, Polish dumplings for main and Apple pie and custard for desert
·   Germany
·         Currywurst and chips (curried sausage)
·         Rolled beef and bacon, with red cabbage and potatoes, followed by Apple strudel
·   Jordan
·         Falafel, flatbread, hummus and salad
·     India 
      Note that Indian food is almost always spicy, even for breakfast, but rarely that spicy. Not often more than in England anyway.
·         Breakfast
Omelette sandwich, a dosa (fermented rice-batter pancake) and chai (masala tea)
Poori Bhaji - roti bread served with a non-spicy veg curry
Vada, a savoury donut from lentil flour, served with a tomato and a coconut dip
·         Lunch
Thali (curry buffets)
Chapattis (flatbread), curried cauliflower, curried mixed veg, and daal (a type on lentil soup)
·         Dinner
Curries such as xacuti (chicoti) curry, vindaloo, butter chicken, biryani, mushroom masala, veg jalfrezi, chicken vindaloo served with rice, and poppadum’s
Chicken tandoori
·         Desert
Kulfi Falooda - a desert of soft dough with almonds and cherry, drizzled in pomegranate seeds and milk,
Ladoo - a small orange coloured ball of doughy, syrupy texture
     Singapore
Laksa – chicken & noodle based dish
·    Malaysia             
·         Pork Bao (steamed Chinese buns), Malaysian thick noodles, and some meat on a stick- chicken, baby squid
·         Seemingly endless combinations of rice or noodles served dry or in soup, beef or chicken, this veg or that veg, this sauce or that sauce... all a bit samey
·   Indonesia
Crab, battered calamari, cuttlefish in sauce, baked whole fish, and fried shrimps, all served with rice and side dishes and all fantastic
Nasi Goreng and Mie Goreng (fried rice & veg, fried noodles and veg)
     Georgia
·         Khinkali - a staple Georgian dish of dumplings made from pasta sheets stuffed with meat of vegetables
·         Khachpuri – stuffed cheese bread
·         Traditional Georgian meal of cheeses, bread, salad, meat salad, beans, bread and chicken

Friday, 22 August 2014

The Trip is Over - Stats

Like any good football match, a few stats after the event are always good to know, so here's a few from the trip I've roughly worked out:
  • Total distance travelled: 38,000 miles
  • Number of countries visited: 17
  • Number of destinations visited: about 165
  • Number of beds slept in: 115
  • Total distance cycled: 2,514 miles (1,416 to Sweden + 1,098 afterwards)
  • Longest day of cycling: 128 miles (Holland - flat as a pancake)
  • Number of hikes done: 22
  • Total distance hiked: 280 miles
  • Number of words written: 180,000
  • Number of photos taken: 37,000 (now narrowed down to 450!)
  • Number of video clips filmed: 3,000
  • Longest journey – 16.5 sleeper train journey: Sweden   /   14.5 hr car journey: Indonesia
  • Number of weddings attended: 2 (Indonesia) 
  • Number of funerals attended: 3 (Indonesia)


Cost of a typical day on the trip:
Not averages but just a typical days' expenses, could have been a cheap or expensive day.
  • England: £21.00 *
  • France: £26.42 *
  • Belgium: £22.42 *
  • Holland: £36.43 *
  • Denmark: £35.23 *
  • Germany: £33.14
  • Sweden: £35.85
  • India: £11.63
  • Brunei: £20.25
  • Indonesia: £12.40
*Cycling so no transport costs which often take up a fair old chunk

Friday, 15 August 2014

Heading Home

Mestia, Georgia to Tblisi, Georgia to Moscow, Russia to Launceston, UK

In this blog: homeward bound via a sweaty night train and a sleepover in a Russian airport

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After a cracking final few days in the Caucasus mountains, it was time to head back to Tbilisi - the capital of Georgia, and indeed time to start making my way home to England.

In Mestia, I said goodbye to the other travellers I'd been hanging around with over the past few days and as ever exchanged contact details, knowing full well I probably wouldn't speak to most of them again, as no matter how well you get on and how much you intend to stay in touch, most travel friendships are fairly transient and often built on situation and convenience. That said, there are a good number of people from this trip that no doubt I will keep in touch with for years to come and hopefully see again one day.



The finest host of all, Roza
I'd booked a night train for that evening, so had most of the day to tidy up loose ends, write, and chat with Roza, my great host at the homestay who spoke excellent English. I'd managed to stay in homestays almost the whole time in Georgia and really enjoyed it, since you get a real homely feel and a good insight into the local area and culture. Mid-afternoon I headed to catch a minibus back to the town of Zugdidi where the nearest station is. Roza had booked it up with the driver and told me where to wait, but upon getting to that spot none of the three drivers waiting seemed to say it was them who'd received the booking, and confusion ensued. A woman in her late thirties eventually got out from the back of the minibus and offered to help, funnily translating my English into Russian, which her boyfriend then translated from Russian into Georgian - a real life Chinese whispers it seemed! 

We were soon on our way, and the woman started chatting to me, who turned out to be a Russian who had lived in Manchester, UK for the past seven years, on holiday with her Georgian boyfriend who she'd met over the internet. Her parents were also with her, who live in the very north of Russia but come from the Crimea and Ukraine originally, having lived in Cuba for four years along the way - a very colourful and interesting background from all of them I thought. All of them were very well educated, working as metallurgistsmeteorologists and pharmaceutical researchers, and fascinating to talk to via the daughter, and I asked them for their thoughts on life under communism (it had some benefits), the Crimea (it's right that Russia has it) and the current war in Ukraine (sad). Stopping for a break, they invited me to join them and insisted on buying me a tea and some khachapuri (cheese bread), all of which rightly blew away some of the nonsense stereotypes of Russians that I formerly had.

Night Train

Arriving in Tblisi, thankfully our train looked a little better than that one
The night train waited on the platform at Zugdidi and I found the sleeper carriage which I ended up sharing with three young Israelis. Travelers from Israel are always interesting, as whilst always friendly, they only tend to hang around with other Israelis, and in this case their group of three had slowly merged over their trip into a group of thirty-odd. The train left on time, and whilst clean and tidy enough was swelteringly hot inside, lacking both air-con and a fan which made sleeping pretty difficult.

Tblisi

The crooked clock tower, Tblisi
We arrived at Tbilisi at 6.30am, and with my flight not until 7pm I headed to the hostel I'd stayed at previously and persuaded them to let me leave my bag there for the day. After abusing their generosity a little by using the WiFi and making a cup of tea, I took advantage of the time of day and went for a wander through some parts of the city I'd missed a couple of weeks before, whilst the sun was low and the streets quiet. It was just fantastic, a good time to potter about and a good time to start reflecting on the fact that a day later I'd be back on British soil. I passed a cathedral, a crooked clock tower. I walked into a brand new funky citizens information building  for a nose about, wandered along the river, and found an antiques market in a park which was great to look about, and bought some old Russian maps and military badges, because I could.

A Swiss horn band were busking in a nice public park which was entertaining for a while, before I went shopping for a souvenir or two, before eventually having my final Georgian meal in a nice cafe I came across. I'd left my tablet charger in a guesthouse a week or so before, and two of my hosts thereafter had arranged for it to be delivered back to Tbilisi by minibus. It seemed a bit of a long and protracted way of getting it back, and in fact it was, involving taking the Metro across town to the station, and spending nearly an hour showing bus drivers a piece of paper which said in Georgian 'do you have my phone charger', which inevitably resulted in the sort of confused looks you'd expect from a foreign man asking strange questions. Just as I was about to go though, a minibus roared in with a driver waving a charger in my direction and all was well.

I headed back to the hostel to get my bag and shower, before that was it. I was at the end of 12 1/2 months on the road, and I was now actually heading home. I remembered the same feeling, stood on a beach in Fiji five years before after a long trip, struggling to comprehend that there was another world of rain, bills, work and routine out there, and I was heading straight towards it. But since it felt fairly over-stimulated by having seen and done so much this past year, it didn't worry me as much as you might think. 



Departures
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Thoughts on Georgia
Georgia had proved to be a good choice of country to end this trip - European enough to feel a bit like home, but rugged and raw enough to still be exciting and different. I experience kindness from some locals and generally felt safe, but I really can't say they I found them on the whole to be particularly nice or friendly people, certainly not compared to in some of the other places I'd visited on this trip.

Tbilisi was a total surprise as a capital city, being clean, tidy, and full of lovely old buildings and interesting sights, but was a total contrast to rural Georgia which felt quite poor and run-down. In fact, with some of the nasty toilets and the sight of cows and wild dogs wandering the roads sometimes, I was occasionally reminded of being in India. The Caucasus mountains however were just stunning, and Georgia wouldn't be half as interesting to visit without them. Interestingly I probably met more travellers in Georgia than I did in two months in Indonesia, despite Georgia being less well known, and I was particularly surprised by the amount of Americans I met, a nation that travels surprisingly little who'd I'd only really seen before in popular tourist places like Petra and Paris. Most people were just on holiday for a couple of weeks though, and following a bit of a set trail around the fairly small country so. However despite these tourists, the Georgian economy did seem very over-reliant on tourism though, which means they're a bit screwed in times of recession.

Georgian food, which included dishes such as cheese bread (khachapuri), dumplings (khinkali), and fried pork and chips (ojapuri) was excellent, though I felt like their repertoire of dishes was a bit limited once you'd tried everything on the menu. It was also interesting to see them so keen on growing and drinking wine - many people would grow vines in their gardens and make their own home-made grog, in this, one of the oldest wine-growing regions in the world. The roads were a mixed bag, sometimes excellent and at other times far from it, and the standard of driving atrocious - at least the bad driving in India happened as much slower speeds. Three vehicles amusingly dominate the road, in my mind at least: the Ford Transit, the Russian open back lorry, and the Mercedes saloon, the latter a funny choice since very few people can really afford them.

Georgia was well worth visiting.

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Flying back
Leaving the hostel, I took the bus to the airport and wandered to the terminal, getting accosted in the car park by a group of well-dressed gypsy-like ladies who were begging for money, before checking in for my flight, destination: Moscow. The Siberian Airways flight took me back over the Caucasus mountains, and with the sun setting and snow-capped mountain peaks sticking up through the clouds it was a really powerful moment, especially with a bit of Led Zeppelin playing in my ears. We soon entered Russian airspace, and when the clouds occasionally parted all I could see below were huge rectangular fields of corn below, which as we neared Moscow changed more to huge green forests, scattered with villages and odd-shaped fields of crops. The landing was a little dodgy but nothing to worry about, though to my surprise everyone broke out in applause, a first for me after quite a few flights now.


Moscow airport
Moscow airport was one of the stranger ones I'd been to, with a huge graveyard of old Soviet places left on one side of the runway, which itself seemed as bumpy as a farm track, alongside what seemed like ten other runways but probably wasn't. The security staff were as dour-faced as I expected but I got through with no stress, and even the the terminal itself was a bit strange, laid out a bit like an ocean liner. I needed a drink, but everything was priced in roubles and there were no ATM's. Thankfully they took cards even for such small items. It was now 11pm, and with seven hours before my connecting flight, I had to sleep there the night. Luckily, the airport seating was made in Cornwall (Zoeftig) so I felt right at home.

It was not intentional, but I flew the final leg home on British Airways which felt pretty patriotic; the first time I'd used them since they were for once the cheapest. The staff were British, the on-board TV shows from the BBC, and the food from brands I'd forgotten about such as Yeo Valley - my acceptance that the trip was over was increasing by the minute. As we flew over London the planed banked over the city and I saw The Houses of Parliament, Canary Wharf and then Wembley. It was almost as if the pilot just wanted to remind me I was nearly home. 

London

I collected my bag and took the train to the main terminal with the intention of trying to hitch-hike home - not because I'd spent every last penny but more because it felt like a fitting ending, one last bit of adventure. Besides I was curious to see if British people would actually pick me up, after the ease of doing it in Malaysia and Indonesia. The airport itself was way too busy for anyone to stop for me, so at the advice of a couple of cyclists who both stopped to ask if I needed help, I took a bus to the main road outside. There, no-one stopped for me in nearly an hour of trying so I tried by a petrol station, before a taxi driver told me I'd be better off at another spot again and drove me there for free on his way to collect someone. I found what seemed like a safe and sensible spot and tried my luck, before fifteen minutes later in the corner of my eye I saw a car roll up and stop nearby. It turned out the AA had seen me on CCTV and sent someone out as they didn't like pedestrians around that area as it supposedly disrupted the flow of traffic. Whilst they told me I was doing nothing illegal they also said I needed to move somewhere else, even offering to drive me there if I could think of a sensible spot.

I'd managed to go over a year abroad with no trouble at all, and within an hour of being in the UK I was having the finger wagged! They were very friendly and even curiously asked a few details about my trip. Eventually, after an unsuccessfully three hours of trying to hitch-hike I went back to Heathrow bus station and caught the next coach to Exeter. It was the most comfortable bus and smoothest road I'd been on in a year, but also the most boring. As if by magic when arriving at Exeter, the connecting bus that went onto Launceston pulled up in the next bay to where I was standing, and just a couple of minutes later I was on my way again. I contrasted this with the hassle of Georgia and some of the other places I'd been, and they seemed a million miles away already.

The bus journey to Launceston was a strange one, as by chance it mostly followed the route that I'd cycled on my way to Sweden just over a year before. Along the way, the entire previous year flashed before my eyes, like a movie on fast forward. The people, places, experiences. Highs, lows, food. The weird and wonderful, the beautiful and ugly. I started seeing changes that had happened since I'd last been home, a few shops had come and gone, lots of windmills that have popped up everywhere in the countryside. I realised that finally the names of Indian restaurants suddenly all made sense to me.

At Launceston my sister picked me up for the final few miles home, the first familiar face I'd seen in a very long time, and not long afterwards I saw my parents for the first time in a year, which was as nice as you'd imagine. It was great to be home.



Fields near Moscow



Flea market, Tblisi


Outdoor art market, Tblisi
 
Flying over the beautiful Caucasius mountains, heading for Moscow


Flying home in style


British soil. It's been a while.