this blog post sets the whole project in perspective. it’s dense, rich, long, and covers my departure extensively. it ends somewhere in turkey.

about the 6 months of recovery at home. social isolation, para-social relationships, and love. intimate writings that will probably resonate with you one way or another.

my attempt at holiday in Georgia, and the ambitious project of reaching Palestine (no success).

perhaps the most challenging part of my cycling journey: crossing 2 deserts in 45C/50C heat. physical, emotional and spiritual breakdown. and friendship.

i became absolutely enchanted by Damascus and the folks living in it. a truly magical city. i’ve never experienced anything like it. the moment i left i already missed it. here’s some writings on what made it so special.

turns out that lebanon is intense. for many reasons. i outline a few in here. the people taught me so much. i am deeply appreciative of the lebanese. like no others they showed kindness. thank you lebanese, wherever you are (many are not in lebanon but in Europe, Canada, USA, Australia, Brazil, etc).

finding joy alone, meeting up with my mom, working the olive trees in a vegan farm, nightmarish diarrhoea, music suggestions - it’s all in this blog post. may you like it, insha’allah.

saw europe’s border from up close for around 2.5 months. all emotions were elevated - it was magical and haunting and everything in between. spent some time giving you an impression in this blog post.

the brief intermission between leaving the magical Lake Ohrid and arriving in No Name Kitchen in Harmanli. short, but sweet.

recapping my time between Bihac, Bosnia and Sarajevo. reflecting on memories, learning my moods, and starting the solo-adventure.

I spent a few days working with No Name Kitchen, an organisation working directly at Europe's borders. They assist those trying to cross it with whatever they need. I spent a few days with them, and share my absurdist, almost-schizophrenic experience.

in this long stretch of days i visit vienna for a while, find my groove with best friend alina, deal with anxieties of online campaigning, visit an abandoned monument and share lots of pictures of my friend group.

the first 10 days of cycling, recapped in words and photos. from the goodbyes, to the press attention, to struggling with energy levels. a personal look into how i experienced my departure.

i’m making BIG media headlines (internal public transport company newspaper) and more info on my departure, saying goodbye and cycling along?!