The five hundred kilometers from Santa Fe to Córdoba brought us through more endless fields of grain, with little of touristic interest and a lot of flat and boring terrain. Nonetheless, we met some very affable people during our stops, and our understanding of Argentinian life was filled in a little more. Continue reading More Argentina cycling: Santa Fe to Cordoba
Crossing the bridge from Uruguay near Fray Bentos brought us into a rather different place: things a little shabbier here (though nowhere near what I expected from hearing that Argentina has been an economic basket case since long before I was born), and there is something in the distances between things and the demeanor of the locals that told us that we had arrived in a “big country”. Continue reading Across Argentina’s Entre Rios province
Wanting to escape the northern hemisphere winter, we decided to cycle for a few months through South America. Argentina was the biggest attraction, but flights to Uruguay’s capital Montevideo were significantly cheaper than to Buenos Aires. Thus we found ourselves spending a week in this sleepy little country, heading from Montevideo’s airport to its Ciudad Vieja (Old Town), and then cycling northwest to the border crossing with Argentina near the town of Fray Bentos.
Uruguay struck me as a country that must be nice to live in, but without much to see for tourists, at least on our route that took us away from Atlantic coast with its beaches. Still, the people were very friendly. Cycling from Montevideo’s airport to the city centre also proved memorable, as the 30-kilometer-long riverfront promenade goes along the mouth of the Río del Plato that is so wide, it feels like the real ocean. The capital’s Ciudad Vieja, however, was less a slice of picturesque history preserved for tourists and more an example of urban decay with innumerable abandoned and dilapidated buildings.
Below I’ll recount some of our experiences that might guide other cyclists and shoestring travelers. Continue reading A week of cycling in Uruguay
In early August 2015 we cycled Romania’s “Transalpina” road (DN67C) over the Carpathians, going from south to north. While less well known than the Transfăgărășan road, which got asphalt first and has been raved about in international media, the Transalpina reaches a higher attitude at its peak and has much less traffic. Continue reading Cycling Romania’s Transalpina road
For the May Day holiday this year, we took advantage of the three-day weekend to cycle across Transylvania from Miercurea Ciuc to Cluj, a distance of some 275 kilometres. Continue reading A spring Transylvanian cycling trip: from Miercurea Ciuc to Cluj
The route we cycled from Baia Mare to Cluj was one of the smoothest routes in northwest Romania, away from any major highways but with paved roads for almost the entire length, no uphills that are too daunting, and some interesting scenery. The trip falls neatly into two days.Continue reading Pleasant cycling from Baia Mare to Cluj
The big disappointment of this visit to Helsinki is the state of the Akateeminen Kirjakauppa (Academic Bookshop) located at Pohjoisesplanadi 39, Finland’s largest bookstore and a prominent feature of the city centre. The entire third floor is no longer in use, and of the considerable stock once offered there, only a small remnant has been moved to lower floors. The once vast selection of French literature on sale on the first floor is now a small amount of books unceremoniously dumped into a bin. There’s a blowout sale currently going on that bears the rather ominous Finnish name loppuale. None of the staff is willing to comment on developments.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, as this is happening to large bookstores all over the world. My own local bookshops in Cluj seem to have decided that hipster accoutrement (ECM on vinyl, fancy Japanese-imported tea sets, organic biscuits) is a more dependable source of profit than books. With regard to Akateeminen Kirjakauppa, it must have cost a lot of money to keep such a large store running, and I’m sure many would-be customers were avoiding Finland’s very high prices for foreign books by ordering over the internet from Amazon or the like. When I was spending a significant amount of time in Helsinki in 2006–2010, I visited this shop at least three days a week, but I can count the number of books I ever bought there on one hand.
The only bright side is that after putting off buying the Finnish etymological dictionary Suomen sanojen alkuperä at the usual “Sale!” price of 120€, I managed to buy all three volumes today for just 40€ total.
With only the weekend at our disposal, we wanted to see a bit of the Maramureș region and get to a train station from which we could quickly and cheaply return to Cluj. We therefore decided on cycling from Sighetu Marmației to Beclean, a distance of 130 kilometres. Continue reading Cycling some of Maramureș and Bistrița-Năsăud
One of my hobbies is learning about the overland trail between Europe and the Indian subcontinent that flourished in the 1960s and early 1970s, often called the
hippie trail for its identification with the counterculture. On one hand, young people in those days had an opportunity that Europeans today lack: Afghanistan subsequently erupted into a series of wars that ended the possibility of easily transiting the region; some cities in Iran were developing quickly on a Western model due to the Shah regime, an era ended by the Islamic revolution. On the other hand, the journey took up to a month of hitchhiking or sitting in a bus when we today can fly today for a meagre amount of money, and many who made the journey lost weeks battling Hepatitis A, had problems with officialdom, or got lice. The publications on the era are a window into a very different world, by turns romantic and dismal.
- A Season in Heaven: True Tales from the Road to Kathmandu (Melbourne: Lonely Planet, 1998) ISBN 0864426291. A collection of oral histories by a number of Western Europeans (and some Americans who started from Europe), covering many different aspects of the journey and describing various places in the Subcontinent that they settled in upon arrival. This book is the best place to get started on the era.
- Patrick Marnham, Road to Katmandu (1st edition Macmillan, 1971, 2nd edition with new introduction by the author IB Tauris in 2005) ISBN 184511017X. A lightly fictionalized account of the author’s 1968 journey through Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, India and Nepal.
- Michael H.C. Baker, Journey to Kathmandu (London: David & Charles, 1974). Instead of just hippies, this account from the spring of 1967 represents what was in fact a more typical demographic among English-speaking travellers then: fairly conventional young people trying to get to and from Australia cheaply. Baker was a driver in a convoy of three covered lorries (trucks) that formerly belonged to the army. Carrying 46 passengers, they travelled for several weeks through France, Italy, Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India.
- Borna Bebek, Santhana: One Man’s Journey to the East (London: The Bodley Head, 1980) ISBN 0370302605. Right after graduating from university in his native Yugoslavia, Bebek set off on the overland trail in January 1977, though from Pakistan he sailed to Thailand and Mauritius before finally reaching India. Set against the memories of those who made the trip earlier, this book is interesting because it documents the little-discussed Yugoslav presence on the trail, and Bebek writes of how by 1977 the hippie era was already seen as ancient history. This is an English translation of the Serbo-Croatian original published as Santhana: Putopis (Zagreb: Nakladni zavod MH, 1979).
Another source of information is Nico Morrison’s project The Flower Raj, which tries to document the lives of Westerners who fell in love with India from 1950 on, a poignant task considering that so many of this generation have already passed away. The project’s blog includes a number of travelogues contributed by those who made the overland journey.
In January and February 2014, we cycled some 2000 km across South Africa from Johannesburg to Cape Town. South Africa proved a fascinating country from a number of perspectives, and I would strongly recommend it to cycle tourists. Instead of a detailed account of our trip – which would quickly bore readers with our recounting the innumerable tiny towns we passed through that all had the same shops – I shall offer here some more general impressions to guide others planning such a trip. Continue reading Six weeks cycling South Africa