Mountains, Seas, and protesting in Tbilisi

I’d broken up my trip with a visit to see Shauna in Italy. Beautiful cobbled squares, incredible food and easily accessible alcohol. It was a world away from sleeping rough on the floors of Turkish petrol stations. Returning on the plane I felt a pit in my stomach, I really didn’t want to be back … Continue reading Mountains, Seas, and protesting in Tbilisi

Off the ‘Beaten Track’

If we were to walk down the street together, chances are that you would overtake me. My natural pace is an amble at best, and it generally takes a crippling disability for me forge ahead of someone on the pavement. Put me on a bike however and this contempt for the slower way of life … Continue reading Off the ‘Beaten Track’