Debating taking place in the third beggest moestary on the plaatua

This is Party Tibetan. After buying some eggs for our breakfast he pulled up and invited us to dinner with excellent english. After having excellent meal(this is Sichuan after all). We went for tea and he invited us to stay in his this evening and we accepted . A little bit later he started saying he would put us up in a hotel. NOt wanting to put him out of pocket we said no but he insisted. We accepted and then later he told us that we were staying in a hotel instead of his house because he had just been invited to a party. We laughed and said we’d see him tomorrow and left him to go to his party. The next mornign Party Tibetan arrived half an hour late stinking of drink and looking failry hungover. We walked around the local monestary third biggest on the plataue.

This family pulled up and pilled out i got pictures with them all

We bumped into this chinese cycle coming the opposite way to us. With our broken chinese and his broken english we figured out he was spending three years cycling around just china(you’d need it). And yes he is cycleing with a guitar on his back.

Less than 1000km left as a trio.

These guys ran across a field craxled under and fence and climbed the hill to the road to say Goshe Delleg

These guys were all smiles until the camera came out.

Family Who say us from the road came over to have a better look. This actually happens all the time especially here.

Bye guys

Many people wave you over for tea and unfortunaly you can’t stop at all of them or you wouldn’t get anywhere. This monk was just short of jump up and down so i just could refuse. He was with a group camping in the mountains picking the catapiller fungus. He gave us tea yogurt with sugar and a soft drink for the road.

Long uphills have long downhills

but they don’t last foreve

There aren’t any rocks in Qinghai but getting into Sichuan we began to see mantras carved everywhere

and buddhas

Andre getting of his bike to get the best shot.

Seeing the top of the pass you will be at in and hour

Getting closer to the top of a climb we can be heard chanting tunnel to each other, hoping to will one into existence.

Andre and I joined this Tibetan for a lift up the pass

We often Have the whole monestary to ourselves when we come across them on the road

Unfortunatly this door was lokked, would have been fun to see the inside.

Monastery roof

At the higher altitudes, vehicles have reduced horspower because of the thinner air. So the roads can’t be too steep. This results in beatiful switchbacks winding their way over the pass.

Someone gave this to me on a climb turned out to be soda water. NOt quite as useful as the red bull they gave hugo.

The minorities across China are very popular tourist attractions. So after destroying all the clutures the communist party give grants to to minorities to rebuild their traditional houses

Giant tibetan dwarfing my bike

We got invited for dinner by a some tibetans building a house near our camp spot.

Tibetan food may not be the most exciting but the company is second to none.

It wasn’t long before they were dressing us in tradition clothes

My one was sheaap skin lined and i was dying

Weather can get pretty bad

The pandas are completely focused on eating. They don’t even move they’re heads to see where the bamboo is they just grope at the pile hoping to pidk something up while they still eating

Little guys less than a week old

The panda cubs were hilariously. Seeing these guys climb and wrestle explains why there are so few left in the wild.

While the other two cubs were wrestling this guy was chilling at the top of a tree

Their heads and necks are as long as their arms and legs so they’re used as much when climbing

Gotta get the ‘gram.

That top one is actually stuck in the Y. After hitting the other one in the face until he knocked him off he fell out and landed on his head.

A red panda having lunch.

And the rest of them having a nap

Turns out Hugo is taller than a red panda

Andre roughhousing

Aww, last shot of us.

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Everyone who saw us was asking if we were on our way to Lhasa. It’s a popular destination for Chinese overlanders. Unfortunately, we would not be joining them.

Noodles in a filling station. After leaving here, a hilarious chinese guy on a motorbike hung out with us for the evening. After finding out he was going to Lhasa we asked if he was going to see the Potala Palace. Through his translator app he replies ‘No, i travel to feel the feeling’. Right answer.

Our first Prayer flags.

A Chinese businessman chasing an ibex for a photo

A brand new taoist temple. However interesting the temple was we would have been more interested in a restaurant

“Maybe theres a restaurant around this corner” we finally found somewhere well after dark. We were literally jumping with joy.

And we are officially on the plataue. Thats about the height of Mont Blanc for some refernce.

And the plataue is as a flat as you’d expect.

Can’t pass up a swim at 4000 m

The water at over 4000 m was pretty cold and after only few strokes i was gasping for breath. There isn’t much oxygen either at this altitude either. After cathching my breath i decided

Good bye Andre.

High grasslands

It snowed every night on the plateau.

All this snow would be burned off by noon at at this altitutde. As a combination of the stronger sun a and lower melting point.

After every climb there’s a descent, and on the plataue both are pretty big.

A giant Prayer wheel at our first monastery

Thanks for the coffee Vinnie.

Huge vultures scared from a carcas .

Combustion engines loose a lot of power due to the lower oxygen. So the roads have to be long winding switchbacks that never get too steep. make for pretty scenic riding.

A lot of the roads we’ve cycled on have been so fresh that they’re still steaming. This was one of them.

The wind was so strong we could barely stop.

This Brand new bridge towering over rural china sums up the country pretty well.

Evening riding is pretty nice.

Prayer wheels

Hugo and his crew

Stupa

Us and our gang.

Mani wall in Zhidou.

Monks having a waterfight

Someone doesn’t approve.

Hey mister.

Where did he learn that?

This is how we spend most of our days off.

Weather at the passes is pretty volatile.

A shaggy dog losing his winter coat.

Leaving Yushu.

One of our better camp sites.

Newly built temples are quite common as the Chinese realise their value to tourism.

All you have to to to receive a nice new temple is renounce any relation to the 14th Dalai Lama.

Monks practicing their dance moves.

Entering The Princess Yushu Temple valley.

Prayer Flags sending out good fortune to all sentient being. They are a pretty common sight all across the plateau.

Monks taking pictures of each other. They were all to happy to pose for mine when the saw me.

New chinese roads, ancient prayer flags

Hup the Reds.

A wrathful Dharma protector. If you give away any sect secrets and he’ll be coming after you.

The faithfull circumambulating the world’s largest Mani Wall.

This monastery was destroyed. Our guide explains what happened, something involving guns. Couldn’t figure out whart or whom they were used on.

A veiw into a prayer hall while monks chant.

This little guy became our selfassigned guide for the monastery

Chinese make pretty nice roads.

We had all four season going over this pass

We met a lot of families picking caterpillar fungus. They were even more surprised to see us on bikes up this pass then we were seeing them. After chatting with them they gave us a push up the hill to get us going.

The weather cleared up when we reached the pass.

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Qhinghai, China

After being in Pakistan this is the most space we have had for months

Like a kid on christmas morning

Loud music woke us up on our first morning in China. Looking out our window we saw the local school children dressed as everythign from soldiers to chickens. This would continue for three days

And so we started riding in the desert

Turns out it’s pretty big

The only shelter we could find was the odd telephone mast

And vast oasis cities built by the chinese

Howdy partner

Hugo ‘ What is it, a dust storm or just haze?’ Andre ” I don’t know but it’s getting closer’

I’m going in!!

Really??

We’re neever going to see him again

Baby Bactrian Camels

Ohh what’s over there?

Not much going on in the desert

Pretty much this view in everydirection for a week

Dad are the same the world over. ‘No this is how you do it’

It’s a bad sign when the milestones are the most interestuing things you pass

Somewhat less important then our joint birthdate but still notable

Smile everyone

No muslim dress in the bazaar

But east asian fashions shows are encouraged

Setting off from Qiemo for about a week crossing a where we think there will be a road

After weeks in the desert we were nearly in the mountains

Our expedition starts

the tarmac ends

and the washboards begin.

Hopefully this wasn’t an omen

Roads climbing this steep are usually fine. When they do it over sandcovered switchbacks, progress gets slow

Slow and steady

A wild swedish cowboy in his natural habitat

Fleeing the dust

This was the complex which turned us back. They claimed it was a national park ahead and we needed a permit from Beijing. I don’t know why a national park would need such a large army barracks but we didn’t stick around to find out.

Walking to our campsite

Hard work riding in the desert

Dogs in tibet are big

Dragging our bikes back to the road after camping

Today wasn’t bad, we only needed to push our bikes for 1 hour over this hill

Riding with camals through a gorge is pretty fun

The camels are suprisingly fast

Glad to be out of the desert.

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Xingjaing, China

Leaving Gilgit we took the quiet road to avaoid police checkpost and aquiring an escort

When you see huge section of metal guard wiped away like ribbon

The old silk road overlooking our camp.

New Silk road and Old Silk Road

Little did we know we’d never make it

Entering the Hunza Valley

First sight of Himalayan architecture

This expression was on richie’s face for nearly his entire time in Pakistan

Richie weilding a shovel

He looks mysterious but really he just needs to poo

View from our bedroom in Karimabad

Karimabad

One of the many landslides which we crossed in hope of still being able to get to China overland. We’re slow learners.

Some yound girls looking more Central Asian than Pakistani

Loli was a snow leopard that the nature reserve had rescued and now looked after

Richie realising he’s a little bit stuck

‘Hate to be the bearer of bad news lads but this is not easy’

And then we were back on the open road making great progress towards China

Not for long

An adorable Yak

Hugo supervising Richie’s firewood collection

Morning view from our campsite

The Pakistanis seem to come out of the womb on these motorbikes

That’s an entrance to a tunnel nearly completely covered by an avalanche.

Andre receiving his bicycle after our stay in Sost trying to organise entry into China

View from the bus as we head south

Evening in Islamabad

Good Bye Pakistan

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Pakistan Part Two

Near the small checkpost of Deeh about 40 km from the Khunjerab pass and the remote border to China.

Hugo dodging some rocks with the massive snowy peaks looming above him.

65 kilos of love!

A huge mudslide had covered the entire road with tough mud and there was no going around it…

One of the biggest rockfalls/landslides we saw.

I don’t know why Lole never was re released into the Wild after her rescue and recovery. And even though our meeting took place with her in captivity, it was a powerful experience to scratch the chin of one of the rarest creatures on earth.

This is “Lole”, she is one of the last few remaining Snow Leopards left on the Planet. She was rescued by local men while trying to cross the river when she was only 6 months old. Now she is an adult and is under the care of the local wildlife protection that keeps her in an enclosure outside the small village of Sost.

Karimabad

This is the Hunza valley in all its glory with the peach trees in full bloom.

Hunza

Hunza!

Right before entering the legendary Hunza valley

Cant complain about waking up to this view!

Morning sidetrack from the KKH

Gilgit River at the entrance into the huge Gilgit-valley

KKH

View from the saddle on the KKH

The Mighty Indus

Ten thousand kilometers since Älmhult Sweden!

Small mountain village with the Indus in the background.

The first landslide we saw, little did we know about what was to come…

One of all the very photogenic old bearded men that lives in Pakistan.

Two young herdsmen-boys washing their sheep in the river Indus.

Murree

Steep hills with steep roads!

In the background lies the snow-covered mountains of Kashmir.

Weekend Outfits

Near Murree

Not far from the village of Abottabad, where Osama bin Laden was found and killed.

Demonic monkey

The first sighting of the monkeys that reside in the Himalayan foothills north of Islamabad.

Islamabad

Sunset over the new and modern capitol, Islamabad

Pakistani Creativity

Behind me is the Grand Trunk Road witch used to be one of the most important and busy trading routes in the world. Originally stretched from New Dehli to Kabul.

The Pakistan Rangers

The Wagha border ceremony outside Lahore. The whole thing basically is a contest between the Indian and the Pakistani rangers about who can shout the loudest and kick the highest. While looking as angry as possible.

Farmer out cruising with the missus.

Our host Ammar in the small village of Bama Bala

Lush Punjab

Curious kids on a rooftop.

The Oldest member of our host-family.

The youngest member of our host-family.

I don’t know any of these people but they demanded a picture of us together!

Colorful local at a drum-beating contest in a small Punjabi village.

I love my water buffalo!

Fruit Market in Multan in the bustling province of Punjab

It doesn’t take long after stopping for a picture in Pakistan before an interested crowd of locals gather around you.

Our armed Police Guard behind us when going through the busy streets of Quetta.

Licence?

On our way to Quetta in one of the Police-Escort Vans we were forced to take because of “Security Issues”

The Nokundi Police Station

A local welder in one of many, small and dusty “Mad Max” villages in the desolate province of Baluchistan.

The culture difference hits me in the face as soon as i entered Pakistan with one of its many decorated cargo-trucks.

A few kilometers from the tiny desert border crossing between Iran and Pakistan

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Leaving the levie station in Taftan in the back of our first escort

A lot of the barracks are done designed like medieval castles.

The windchill of the back of the trucks was pretty cold

These are the main truck used to transport everything in Pakistan. With horns as elaborate as their designs.

Back of another tuck

It gets pretty windy on the back of the jeeps. So windly you need to tie your hat on

It was a fun challenge figuring out how to fit four bike tourers and all their stuff in the trucks

Trucks passing through a police checkpoint

Out the back of a pick up truck is actually quite a nice way to see somewhere

Most of baluchistan looks like this

But some parts are nice and irrigated.

Waiting for our next escort

Being the smallest of the group it was my job to lodge myself into the smallest spaces in the back of the vans.

Wasn’t much room for rich either

Pensive rich

Hugo and his Pakistani friend. He spent the whole journey perched on his chair, unwrapping his turban into a blanket and wrapping it back. The pakistani man not hugo.

The train station in Multan

Old colonial building, Mughal mosques and Indian extravagance make for an interest mix in Pakistan

This would become a familiar sight. Men on bikes or motorbikes pulling along side to have a chat.

Andre with Rickshaw. It’s horn is nearly as loud as it’s decoration.

The price for getting free accommodation in a press club is being interviewed by 3 different TV stations

First grass we’ve seen in months

Just a camal drawn cart down Sahiwal mainstreet

We camped near a potato farm, the farmer came out and gave us some potatoes for dinner. A welcome treat for 3 irishmen.

A whole family on the motorbike

Hugo sitting down to tell us the tale of a spicy fly flying into his eye.

Passing a huge group of people and the sound of drumming off the the road we stopped and had to have a look. This was the first and last time we would willingly enter into a scrum of pakistanis.

What was going on was the annual drumming competition. And this was where we would meet the Lashari’s of Bama Bala and spend two nights with them.

This man looks so happy because he was in charge of crowd control. This involved flinging water at anyone who got two close.

We quickly over took the drumming as the main attraction of the event.

Anytime we stop we gather a circle of observer who just loom not interacting at all.

Amar Lashari’s adorable son Mehrooz

Mehrooz and Andre

The narrow streets of Bama Bala

Andre happy to pass on the coma inducing hookah

We waited around for hours for a dancing horse. What arrived was much more of a terrifying jumping and kicking horse. That had people taking pictures and running for safety in equal measure.

This was the hookah That The townspeople of Bama Bala puffed out of. I thought it was better to not subject my asthmatic lungs to it but it nearly knocked over the lads

After two days of constantly asking if he could shoot a gun richies wishes were answered.

Wahoo

These are too big for hunting.

This is Habib. Habib only wears black, he doesn’t speak and he always sits slightly outside the group of people. Yet when we were shooting the guns he was the one showing us how to do it.

Give us your best intimidating face

After spending two great nights with Amar and the rest of the Lasharis he had to say goodbye

Being invited to our second school visit in as many days

Maybe remembering all he wanted to do when he was in school was yell at the top of his lungs, this is exactly what Richie got every class we visited to do.

Spiderboy teaching the class

These hay carts were very common on the narrow punjab roads

Any room to get by?

Frank was the amazing couchsurfing host who put up Andre and Hugo for nearly a month. Frank and Lisa from germany also enjoyed his hospitality before leaving for india

Dehydration is the enemy

Richie fielding questions while Hugo engoys the peace

Hugo chatting to some Pakistanis … and a suprise MONKEY

Cycling sweetheart

Days and days of switchbacks

They just keep going

Cycled up to the snow

Feeding time at the zoo

Picture of us with the Kasmir mountains in the background

Pakistanis who we’ve never met and didn’t talk to us who wanted to be in the photo

More Pakistanis who wanted to be in the photo

Kashmir in the distance

The roads around Muree were the steepest of the trip so far. We often came across vomit left behind by pakistanis more used to the flat roads of Punjab

Clearing a landside

Not a bad view at lunch time

Cooking With Andre Augustsson

Hugo waiting for lunch

A typical scene of us being swamped by Pakistanis all wanting a picture. Though after a long climb Hugo was more interested in his lunch

The descent into Abbottabad was the longest of the trip so far and absolutely incredible. Perfect roads and great views the whole way

Richie taking the lead

Could do this all day

Our first sign with three scripts. No better example of the Silk Road.

Mosques and mountains

Vibrant laundry out to dry

Appperently there are rice paddies in northern Pakistan. Surprised all of us.

Escorts got pretty annoying as they followed us up the steep climbs

We camped behind that barricade to the left. After we were set up we asked the police if they had any drink and they said no but brought richie to some chinese. We presumed it was a chinese shop but turned out to be a bunch of chinese workers staying nearby. When Richie asked if they had a bottle of whisky the chinese laughs and say ” i don’t have a bottle of whisky, i have a bag of whisky. Yes apparently whisky comes in bags in china

Causing traffick jams evrytime we want a picture

First sight of the Indus

Landslides are very common along the KKH

China may be only 625 km away but beijing is 5425.

Kersplat

After changing a flat with an audience i got a pitcure of them

I don’t remember taking this picture but it looks like it was taaken from a plane

Cycling through a construction site

The misty rain really added a lot atmosphere to the ride

We cycled through bigger and bigger rivers as we got further up the mountains

Richie being chased by a JCB

One days worth of food for four bike tourists

After cycling through lush paddy fields, rolling foothills, the steep Indus valley arrive at the vast barren plateau was a lot to take in.

At this stage we knew Nanga Parbat was somewhere ahead and we were pretty excited.

Our police escorts always wanted their photos taken.

This was our guard for our day off in Chilas.

Landslide waiting to happen

Our dancing guard, a man prodding Hugo’s bike and Hugo having a piss in the distance.

Richie burning his head on hot spring water

Cycling from your front door to the ninth highest mountain in the world. Really we were just on a road beside it. It doesn’t really come out in the photo but i nearly fell of my bike when i saw it.

Nice spot to break down

Cycling through this landscape you really feel like you don’t have time to take it all in.

Sometime half the road falls away

Finger guns Fitzpatrick

The confluence of the Hindu Kush, Karakoram and Himalayan mountain ranges. And our jaunty gaurd

He’s such a charmer

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Umbrella

Hey everyone, Finnian here. This post is a little different. We’re still cycling away, heading up the KKH and having a great time. But I won’t be talking about that, I’ll be asking a favour.

I’ve been accepted into a teaching programme in Nepal with the Umbrella Foundation. Umbrella focuses on protecting the children of Nepal from war, poverty and trafficking. A job all the more difficult since the earthquake. I will be teaching children in rural Nepal for nine weeks after I arrive. Here is their website if you want to learn more about the charity (Umbrella Charity).

I am raising money for the programme before I arrive. As I’m still on the road online fundraising is the only method available to me. So if you been enjoying the blog I’d really appreciate anything you have to give. I’ve put a donate button on the menu bar beside Finnian’s Galleries, it will bring you to a page where you can donate directly to the charity.

Thanks a bunch.

Oh and here’s a photo of where we are at the minute hugo-1-2

There are no pubs in Tehran so everyone hangs out in coffee shops .

Traffic in Tehran

Ski in ski out hotel north of Tehran. Apparently the Shah used stay here

The green party in Iran is the anti-government party. Here are some government smear posters against them.

Apperently they are afraid of jews shooting nucluer bullets at them

And america are playing them like pawns

Posters of the cleric Sheikh Nimr al-Nimr executed by Saudi’s were all over Tehran.

American embassy in Tehran

A slightly bloodier poster. An in true iranian style the saudi embassy was stormed.

Military murial

The Azadi tower

This is the street the british embassy is on. After the revolution it was changed from Winston Churchill street to Babisandz street. We think the misspelling is to maintain plausible deniability

More murials of the supreme leaders and some martyrs

Pictures of matyrs and the supreme leaders cover the country

The hijab laws extend to both men and women. Meaning men have to wear trousers. We observed the law until cycling in the desert got just too hot and we had to change on the side of the road.

Only two days after skiing north of Iran we were in the desert. and you can see the smog covering the city.

Long shadows after cycling late into the evening

Camping under an old persian bridge

Most Iranian sit cross legged on these raised platforms when eating

We got invited in to stay in what was becoming a tourist house and campsite

Large “friday mosques’ are being built in all cities

Mosque in Kashan

Dome in a historic house in Kashan

More domes

Finding this historic hotel at half price in off season was a deal too good to turn down

Great spot to read your book

Nice visiting a UNESCO heritage site sharing your name

Recently the iranian government has instituted a 6 euro (200,000 rial) entry price to most tourist locations. But if you can read farsi you can see beside the 200,000 rial price is 30,000 ( 1 euro) price for iranians. Pretty cheeky, but we often haggled a bargain out of them.

Originally each of these fountains shot up the same height, maintained purely by the natural pressure of the entering water.

Far away mountains seem nice and manageable

less so the closer you get

After cycling down this lovely road we stopped and realised i had taken a wrong turn and we would need to turn around and go the whole way back up. Whoops.

Clearing the road of debris

Mosque at Natanz, right beside the Nuclear enrichment site. The gaurds were very suspect of us passing the site until we said we were going to Natanz, after which they beamed with smiles and said it was lovely.

More crazy domes

Our campsite seemed pretty interesting to a police hilux that drove up to have a look at us

Chadors are the dress of choice outside cities

Shah mosque in Esfahan

When this school group walked in and saw hugo they swamped him all crowding around to get selfies. Very quickly the mullahs corralled them away from the infidels

Mullahs with selfie sticks

At the Friday mosque in Esfahan

There an elephant strangling someone in this painting

Iranian take their confection seriously

Richie smushing his first Ab Ghoust

Relaxing after an Icecream

We were pretty excited approaching Persoplis

The original gates all guest would have walked through

One of these would have been placed on top of each pillar and a rafter ran over it.

Even though the complex was burned to the ground by Alexander the great. It was later buried under sand preserving it excellently.

The new year consuming the previous

Guest from around the empire being lead to the King.

The Faravahar symbol of the zoroastrian religion, hugely important for iranian identity.

OUr best attept at an album cover

Bastani is iranian icecream and in the south they make it with gelatine and it’s one of the best things we’ve tried all trip

Tombs of Kings of the persian empire. I can’r remeber but Xerxes from 300 might be there.

The founder of the entire Persian empire Cyrus the Great’s tomb. We were asked by the tour guide who was Irelands Cyrus the great

A bridge in Esfahan

Inside a bridge in Esfahan

After our first day climbing Richie thought the climb would never end

But then it did

Cycling down hill to have a warmer campsite had us cycling into the night.

Kerman is our last stop on the bikes in Iran

Beware of camals

Police waved us over, not to check visas or anything but just to see whats going on and get some pictures with us.

Hot in the desert

Last pic of Hugo and his Daesh beard

I got caught in a swarm of chadored women very hard to get out of.

Can’t go to a persian garden without taking a picture of the dome

Persian gardens are a nice break from hectic Iranian cities

Richie, Julie and France at a Zorastrian fire temple

Richie and Zorastor himself

View from our hostel roof in Yazd

There’s a huge amount of littering all across Iran. These are what we call plastic bag farms, nearly ready for harvest

Spiderman making his morning coffee

We could cycle ooor we could throw rocks for another half an hour

How did this pine cone end up in the desert.

Luckily or unlucky we didn’t come across any

Nearly finished cycling for the day

We found this house in the middle of nowhere, thought there might be bathroom we could use

One of the worse bathrooms on the trip

All the camping spots are kind of the same in the desert.

When it rains it pours, punctures for all.

After patching this puncture I found out it went through to the other side and had cause a second puncture.

My bike is somewhere in there being repaired by the local electrician.

A shot of the villagers who came out to help me find my stolen light. This is about a third of the total charcters who made an apearence over the course of the afternoon. The secret police refused to have their pictures taken for obvious reasons.

You could pick up these huge mud bricks and throw them around. Throwing things around the desert is one of the best ways to stay sane.

Hey buddy

The camals were a bit camera shy

Pistachio bush or tree

Sun setting on our way into Kerman

The start of the armed escorts

After cycling out of the iranian border town we were stopped at the first checkpoint. After we spent the whole day in escorts only to get to the border too late, we were pretty forceful explaining we had to get to the border. It was all well humoured and after marching around yelling and waving our hand a truck arrived and took us on our way.

Iranian Border with Pakistan in the distance

After the myriad of iranian offices, customs buildings and security measures we walked across the border in to the desert. There was nothing. We were lead over to one small mud building processed to all the incoming and exiting traffic.

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Our first sight of the infamous Ayatollahs

After cycling in the dark and not findiong anywhere to camp we got invited into a “Hubble Bubble” lounge. The tall guy was the owner and had to leave to go to volleyball practice.

Iranians: If you don’t believe in god what do you believe in Finnian:Education?

We slept in one of the guys from the hubble bubble’s living room

That dot would be the closest I got to Hugo today. I was a bit sick and spent the day sweaty, red and about an hour behind him.

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Riding to the roof of the world

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