With this short poem, the 12th century Persian poet Hafez perfectly summed up the final days of our ride. Here it is in his own words: ورغم ان الطريق قد يكون خطيرا والوجهه النهائية الآن بعيدة عن النظر ليس هناك أي الخط الذي لا ينتهي. لا اليأس Which, if the free Arabic-English translation...
Decisions, decisions. For a welcome change, our debate this morning wasn’t whether to stay in Ullapool or not. An all-time Scottish weather record had been shattered, the sun was out for the second day in a row! Our pressing decision of the day was a simple matter of direction...
Rain. Of course.. Cold, windblown, miserable, pouring down rain greeted us on our first full day in Scotland. Well, it is Scotland after all, what else should I expect? And with that rain, the game beings. When riding conditions really suck in the middle of a ride, Abi and I like to play...
It’s cold. The stinging numbness in my fingers stopped hours ago, a fact that would be alarming if my brain wasn’t also slowly freezing up. The BBC weatherwench got it exactly right when she forecast, “Dreadful cold for the next several days, with a frightful easterly...
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