#ToTehran2022

Ever since I turned 20 I have got a «bucket list». It keeps me focused on what I really want to do in my life. While cycling to North Cape in summer 2016 the idea of a bike trip to Iran developed and eventually became a plan. I told myself: «One day I will go for it!» This «one day» came at the end of May 2022 as I hopped on «Yellow Jeff» and headed off.

A few days ago I returned to Switzerland.

Behind me:
– 12 countries
– 5200 kilometres
– 62’000 metres in elevation gain

These are just figures. What counts are the experiences, the joys and pains while heading east.

Fews things are as rewarding as bikepacking, #ToTehran2022 is my very own roadmovie. (I missed out on Tehran due to a heatwave and moved on from Tabriz to Türkiye instead.)
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👉 👉 👉 Click on the first picture and it increases its size. As of then you should move the cursor to the little black button «>» which appears on the right hand side of every picture. Click through and you’ll know why I love bikepacking.

👉 👉 👉 For the German speakers among you: I published a number of little stories about my trip. For example here. You find all of them in the sidebar on the right hand side.

: a) Landscapes. Armenia.

: Bosnia.

: Türkiye.

: Italy.

: Iran.

: Montenegro.

: Albania.

: As the train broke down in the mountains of Montenegro and it started raining.

: b) Cities. Mostar.

: Sarajevo. In the large building on the right hand side I worked 1996/1997.

: Yerewan.

: Reading in Tabriz, then and now.

: Riding many mountain passes. Here on hairpins to Tatev/Armenia.

: I did them all, slowly.

: The cow, the fog and the new road.

: Hunderts of trucks stuck, I passed by waving.

: c) People. Zeno and Samira in Bosnia.

: On the ferry across the Black Sea we had plenty of time to play Yahtzee.

: Giorgi (with beard) manages a guest house in Georgia and a basement with isotonic drinks.

: There are good people everlywhere. Here from Denmark and Ukraine.

: On a Sunday a German, a Dutch and a Swiss met by accident and decided to have lunch together. Well, our lunch lasted almost four hours…

: Every once in a while I met other cyclists. Here Axel and Faustine from France.

: One of my hostfamiies in Iran.

: I was exhausted after an endless ascent and asked Arsen for some fresh water. I ended up being invited for a lavish dinner and could sleep on their couch. This is Armenia.