Notre retour en France nous fait un premier choc de retour. Après un an dans une bulle où nous ne saisissions que des bribes de ce qui se dit, retrouver sa langue maternelle partout autour de soi est un peu rude…
After the first part of our passage in Germany, here is the sequel!
On 17 August, we turn the German border. Last foreign country of our journey? We thought... but finally... This is only half true!
The Poland! Colored spots draw the landscape, bathed from a Sun that heats. The yellow of wheat fields, the green of the trees; the blue so many lakes and the Baltic Sea; the white and black of the cows (Norman? :-)) and storks...
Had left you us at the gates of the Latvia... Finally, doors, it is a big word!
The Estonia! A so bucolic country, colored by wild flowers and free camping areas fields...
On 24 June, we arrive in Moscow very early in the morning. We gently discover the city by bike; a city that wakes up just. The opportunity to see the famous red square at 7 o'clock in the morning, empty of its usual stream of tourists: top!
We had left after Beijing. We are now in Mongolia where the days on the bike are fairly intense. Back on our adventures in recent weeks... Part 1 of 2: we cut this article into two parts to make it not too long!
XI ' year in Beijing we discover one another China. Urban China, North China so different from that of the South. But it is also 15 days of reception by great people.
In this article, climbs, cold, fatigue and difficulties... but also landscapes stunning and beautiful meetings, through a zone that once belonged to Tibet and where this culture was preserved.
After many hesitations, we decided to go to rub shoulders with the altitude of the mountains of Yunnan (rather than the region of Guilin Karst rocks). Why this choice rather than another? The beauty of the landscapes, few tourists and urbanization of this area, and then in addition, two other riders will ride with us: Emilie and Jeremiah, released patches! But before you find them, a crazy day ahead of us...
After a month in Laos, one between the Viet Nam on 22 February, by the border of Dien Bien Phu. The road on the side of Vietnamese is very damaged, that goes up and it goes down. But there are beautiful landscapes, with rice fields and other crops.
Laos, its adorable and if smiling people its beautiful landscapes... A relatively flat southern part, but on the other hand... mountainous northern part!
A sensational entry! The happiness of border Arhh! Our first contact with Laos was a thousand leagues of what we lived then. Fortunately!
The road was resumed after Phnom Penh Saturday, January 10 in the morning. We are super happy to be again able to pedal. After the accident it had imagined moments that if I was broken me something, the journey could end there. We therefore enjoy even better than the adventure continues!
December 27 at the end of day, we left the Thailand in the rain, to discover Cambodia with the return of the Sun. Just after crossing the border, the mountains and the jungle leave room for a large plain any yellow, beautiful with the return of the Sun! We view the landscapes will be further: rice paddies out of sight, where grazing cows and buffaloes.
It is gone! On 14 December, it left Bangkok: after nearly three weeks of break, one is glad to get back on the road. It sailed south on large roads during the first two days, it is not always very funny... but the beach awaits us in not a long time.
It lives, it moves, it is surprising and exotic! A good starting point with Asia! From 6 to 14 December, we were welcomed in the superb old thai style room, owned by Supaporn, Supawan School Director, West of the city. We were so although we did a bit of rab. This was a perfect place to acclimatize to the country.
We spent 12 days in Istanbul. The database, expected to spend just a week, but we were faster than what it had been calculated. Finally, we are very pleased with this good break. It helped make a good point and rest... before the season 2 of our adventure: Asia!
This week in brief: we crossed the Italy West to East, saw the magnificent Tuscan, is our first crisis of nerves.