SALAM FROM IRAN! FRIENDLY FOLK, TASTY FOOD AND A SWEATY TENT. Kelly made some final adjustments to her new best buddy the ‘hijab’ (head scarf that she was legally required to wear in public) and I swapped my disgustingly revealing ‘man tights’ for a respectable pair of long pants that covered my skinny weird legs as we nervously approached the Iranian border. We were expecting to be interrogated for several hours and have all our stuff thoroughly gone through by heavily armed
1000kms done and the 'training period' was over! We were excited to reach Croatia after a lovely night napping on the floor of the ferry from Ancona to Split and I was keen to gobble down a gigantic slice of greasy pizza as I had fond memories of munching my own weight in 1euro slices last time I was in Croatia when I was a younger, fatter Cowgill. Spent the first morning in Croatia attempting to push the bikes around the narrow cobbled streets of split's lovely old town but
I'm Mike. I like stuff. Stuff like travelling and foraging for cheap kebabs. I’m also a fan of being invited to Mexican weddings and drinking Tequila with the guests. Oh I don’t mind writing the odd blog either. Balls out!!.