The past 10, 000 kilometres have truly brought one challenge after another; from a broken bike, atrocious weather conditions, to having an ongoing knee injury from the punishing ride in Europe. Luckily when I was hit by a tractor on the Iranian/Turkmenistan border last week only a bit of welding was needed (but you will have to wait for my Iranian post for that story!). It’s with complete relief that I look back from here at the Silk Road city of Bukhara, and remember all the beautiful experiences the road has given me these past months. The following moments captured at each thousand reached on the odometer show just a glimpse of these experiences; a small milestone on the bike preserved through the lens of the camera.
I reached 11, 000 while descending from the Julian Alps in Slovenia. It had been an incredible ride to take me up to 1611 metres on the previous evening (my highest summit within Europe). The road had been built by Russian POWs in the First World War, and its tragic history was in complete contrast to the spectacular mountainside and river valley scenery. I had camped just three kilometres earlier between the Soca River and one of many road tunnels used for the seasonal avalanches. My two detours into the Slovenian Alps became one of my best decisions in Europe, and fed my desire for mountain riding!