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    Solo woman cycling in Iran - woman's perspective (.. – is it a no-no?)

    by Ewcyna 28 July 2018
    written by Ewcyna

    Perpetrator escaping on his motorbike. Thanks to this photo he was found and sentenced.

    „Iran? This is not a good idea for a woman to travel there alone on the bike .. I perhaps would go back, but only in the company of men" said female Belgian solo cyclists, I met somewhere in Kazakhstan and she told me her story. Story about, how bad she felt in this country and an incident when she, barely escaped from what saved her life, when she was attacked while cycling a road less traveled. This was the first negative opinion I heard about the country, whose inhabitants are is praised for their hospitality. The fate was that, I read her blog entry about traveling through Iran and learnt about the details of them months later, when she responded to my post about problems women have while cycling solo in Iran, which I posted in one of bike touring groups on Facebook.

    Next there was a cyclist from South Africa, I met in Kyrgyzstan. „Iran? I ran away after 2 weeks. I will never go there again. I joined forces with another female cyclist and still it was not good . You think maybe, that I was dressed inapproprietly? No, no, I was covered from head to toe. No no hair sticking out from under the scarf and the hips covered with manteau. But still we were attracting to much attention of men, after two weeks we had enough – of it and we decided to take the bus and leave the country " . Hmmm.

    I was curious about Iran. still I am. Besides, the ocuntry was on my way along the Silk Road, I did not want to preposses and give up , but surely these opinions sowed in me the seed of anxiety.

    After all there were also positive reviews of solo females. First of them, Heike, has spent in Iran during two separate visits 3,5 months and did not stop to admire the country and the people, although it also met uncomfortable situations.. There were two Poles, Joanna and Dorothy, which had equally positive experiences. And many others.

    It's time for my own ones then.

    I entered into Iran from the south, by ferry from the United Arab Emirates in Bandar Abbas. Later that same day I took the ferry to the island of Qeshm. It is a beautiful island with a straight fairy-like landscapes with views like from the moon. A paradise for those, who like solitary encounters with nature, and I do a lot.

    Every woman, local but it applies to foreigners too, that travels to Iran has to obey to the policies regarding appropriate clothing – so already on the ferry I covered my hair with a scarf, I was wearing long pants and a long tunic with long sleeves. Sometimes, when the scarf slid from my head while cycling I still was pulling the hood of the sweatshirt. I should have even worn. manteau covering the buttocks of to mid thighs, but the sweathsirt is quite long so I assumed , that I'll buy this piece of clothing later.

    Therefore, I started to go around the island slowly savoring and enjoying the peace of the people's greetings. There was quite a lot of passing by cars - it turned out, it turned out there's a long weekend in in Iran in early February, Thus, the island was visited by crowds of tourists. Twice I spent some nights in a tent on the beach, I once slept (by a permission of a guard) in a prayer hall in the park at the beach. People were helpful and friendly.

    South of the island is, however, pretty empty with lots of very remote areas, between some villages there's like 20 km distance. I was some 10km after Salakh, when I saw a young man on a motorbike coming from the opposite direction. He. passed me, and then turned back.. He tried to talk to me, but neither I do speak Persian (farsi), nor him English. Inevitably, the conversation was not possible, therefore I cycled on. After some 1-2 I saw a turn to one of the local attractions - I had to take an even more empty road, which goes to the valley known for its unusual rock formations,. After five minutes, the boy reappeared. I stopped enjoying it and it started to get on my nerves. I shouted at hime, to set off, but he just stood there, after some time, he finally drove off. I turned around resigning from going further into the valley. It was 14.30-15.00 oclock and I was hungry, I haven't eaten but a small breakfast that day, along the way there were no restaurants , some 500 meters from the junction with the main (however, still empty and little frequented road) I saw a small piece of wall, some unfinished building - the only such object obscuring the mighty wind, i could see around. I decided to use this shelter, and stopped to eat. When I finished he appeared again. I was furious. I did not want to wear headscarf and put on the long sleeve - taking advantage of the remotiness of a place I took off those uncomfortable, However, obliged to wear by women clothes in Iran, but still I had on my long pants and a T-shirt. Motor stopped a few meters away from me and if anything happen he wanted to sit down next to me. I yelled at him , to go away, which seemed not to make much of an impression on him. After some time, however,, he finally got up and sat on his motorbike, But was not departing. Then I took a picture of him. and tt helped, he was gone. I packed the bike and ready to leave I saw him again. This was too much. This was probably already 5 and I felt like killing him. He was terribly importunate, However, still he didnt give the impression of someone dangerous, I find it hard to explain why not at this time I didnt take out my pepper spray, which I received from the host in Dubai. After having safely make it through 40 countries or more 4 years on the road my intuition was telling nothing wrong. Yep, it was a mistake.

    So, the bike was already packed, I held the steering wheel, when the man asked me for a joint selfie. "No!"I replied,, because I was sick of it. I had the impression, that is was what hurt him the most. I felt his hands grabbing me from behind, struggle, fall, fumbling on the ground. When he managed to pull my pants and underwear down and put his finger inside, I realized with horror, that I cannot fight him off . Although pretty tiny, he however,, was still a man to whom nature has given more strength. Then he... . gave up. He jumped up from me, took on his motorbike and rode off. It looked as if suddenly he realized something. Being in complete shock, I took the bike and quickly went to the main road. Handling thousands of thoughts going through my head -of what to do? The nearest village there was 10 km, roughly the same for the slightly larger village of Salakh, which I passed before. I saw there a police station and there I headed. I had, after all, his picture.

    At the police station, no one spoke English, but I was taken to the guest house, which co-owner knew the language. I found out that , his mother - a marvelous woman Zinat, is known on the island and in Iran activist fighting for the rights of women. I was in good hands.

    Also I informed the Polish embassy. "This is serious Madam Ewa" I heard. In Iran, there's a death penalty to the perpetrator of a rape. Unfortunately, We are not supervising the Iranian police, we will intervene, but it depends on them what they'll do, "I heard.

    I spent the next four days at Zinat's place trying to recover. On the second afternoon, I heard - they caught him! We're going to the police station.

    I did not recognize him right away. he changed his hairstyle – certainly he cut his hair and looked different. But it was him and his motorbike . "It's me," he admitted immediately too.

    The coming hours we spent on writing the protocol at the police station. Writing down the protocol without my knowledge of the local language.. Documents, which I was told to sign, and you do not want to sign without getting acquainted with it with the help of my embassy. I never signed a protocol as I didn't know the exact content, out of fear for my own good and the fear of being accused of provoking the perpetrator. It was decided, however,, that it's OK and it doesn't matter I havent signed, and so they have the grounds to start criminal proceedings. I was told, that the offender awaits trial in the largest village on the island – Qeshm city.

    In the meantime, to the police station the family of the perpetrator was let in. Mother, two wives (!) and a child. Women in traditional outfits, flowery chadors and with masks on their faces - such masks on their faces, as in Oman and the United Arab Arab indicates a women is married and is obliged to wear it. There was one big lament. Begging me for forgiveness. Kissing a child. relentless requests, which neither I understood, or a total of not want to listen.

    The next day we went to court in Qeshm. At the entrance there I was dressed in a black chador, I could go inside. The judge gave me a good impression, showing he's is on my side. Once again he asked the same questions - where and how it all happened. in sequence.. The whole time the owner of the guesthouse was assisting me, who served as interpreter, as the court had no possibility , at least not in a short time, to assign me one. After placing my testimony I was told, I'm free. On my question of the possible sentence for the perpetrator (I have to say, I wanted him to be punished, but I was horrified by a vision of the death penalty) I was told, that this issue they can only inform the Polish embassy in Tehran after the issue of their official letter.

    Officially, however, I never learnt anything. Tourists passing through Queshm, I met later told me, the guard of one of the local attractions told them about the case, saying, that the perpetrator got a half years in prison and whipping - 70 whipes.

    After the end of the case and stay in Zinat, I felt better and decided to give Iran and a second chance - to go on using the increased precautions.

    Believe me, I'm careful. Although often I spend the night in the wild, I never decompose tent before dark, carefully I choose the place and never use the light, not to be seen . Here, however, I had to make further vigilance in the day. Looks like I haven't succeeded though.

    Still it was hard to predict, what can happen. The next day a couple of adolescents on a motorcycle approached me while driving, and one of them tried to grab the butt. Yep, I heard about this too. It was seen by the driver of the car, who followed me and stopped offering help. He had bad luck, because instead of the teenagers, who fled I screamed my anger on Iran at him.. since then, however, much more closely I watched in the rearview mirror, to be able react in time, if something like that would happen again. This can not be called a carefree journey.

    Two days later, I decided to use the restroom at a large gas station. Ladies Toilet, as in Iran it was somewhere at the far end of a large terminal. I had stomach trouble, therefore I entered the toilet several times. When I went there the last time, leaving I saw a man standing in the doorway (women's toilets!) not letting me out. blocked the exit, trying to push me inside with both hands. I'll never forget those bad, angry , eyes fixed on me. I could only scream. scream at the top of my lungs as perhaps never before. He escaped by jumping over the fence to tomatoes field and I was shaken, I crying headed to the police station that I passed before. I had nothing, no proof.. I just wanted somewhere safe to hide. No one spoke English, I translated what I could on my phone translator, and I could spend the night in the house who lived near the family. In the morning I got on the bike pledging what to do because the last thing, which I wanted was to ride my bike.

    It no longer was an easy and pleasant trip , This was a trip in a constant voltage. I was somewhere in the middle of nowhere. With the already paranoid vigilance watched the situation on the road and beyond, having the phone ready to take pictures.. after several cases of man waiting for me t pass closeby by the road watching me and turning to ride again next to me, although I did not know their intentions - maybe they were good, I panicked. I did not want to go on, but I was afraid to hitchhike. Before me there was over 100 kilometer section of the semi-desert with perhaps one village along the way. In a distant 120 km vtown I could stay with hosts warmshowers.

    Men on motorbikes follow you in Iran often especially on deserted roads like this. They harrass, touch and make proposals for sex. Best solution is to take a photo like that one.

    I called them , asking to help me to arrange transportation to their home, and they just simply.... they got in the car and come to pick me up more then 100 km. More than 100 km one way! Over the next few days I was just experiencing their gracious hospitality, However, not being able to get on a bike again, nor because of the still cold weather in the Caucasus leave Iran earlier (it was February, So still winter) too quickly to leave Iran. I decided to continue the journey mostly by bus. Around the island Keszm i Lar I went to Shiraz, Yazd, Then I started trying to bike a bit to Esfahan again, Qom, Talesh, Garmsar. In these cities, I spent a few days, feeling completely safe, living in hostels or there experiencing the famous Iranian hospitality. The more north the better.

    I finally spent in Iran.. 2 months. In Qom, an extremely conservative city I met some local cyclists, who not only took care of me in offering free stay in their hotel, but took me for a trip to north of Iran - the mountains and the coast of the Caspian Sea. Ye north of Iran had a differnt feeling, a friendly one. Felt something different in the air.

    Inevitably, I wondered why this happens. Are there any dependencies, which make, some women manage to cycle this country retaining only the good memories, and others don't want to come back? Have I made any mistake?

    I began to study the subject of females solo cycling in Iran a bit closer. Here blogs I found describing the stories of other girls and women. Let me recall some fragments and place links if you want to read all:

    1. Cindy from Holland quite meticulously describes why there are (because there are) differences in the solo traveling in Iran for men and women:

    https://cyclingcindy.com/2016/11/05/yves-the-difference-between-a-man-and-a-woman-traveling-solo-by-bicycle-in-iran/

    ..”I had several assaults, besides more than a few invitations for sex. Men would come to a halt on the highway, block my way and either ask for sex or make movements to make clear they wanted sex. Truck drivers would stop after they passed me, hide behind their truck and showed me where their penis was hiding. One man lay naked on his bed in a simple traveler’s rest-house and held his hard-on in full view each time I walked by. Motor drivers would ride beside me, asking for sex, or I would be groped while they passed me. This happened almost each day until I start carrying a broken belt drive, as a whip…’

    ..” I never camped though, because I certainly did not feel at ease to camp. Often I was followed by men by the time dusk arrived…”

    1. Trien from the Netherlands (I met in Kazakhstan) – her experience was very difficult. The description includes the same situations and emotions, which I was experiencing.

    50 shades of blue(IN)

    ..”I smiled less through the daily, countless cars along the way that awaited me or followed. To ask me where I come from and where I am cycling to. Even though it was well intended.

    I didn’t smile at pursuits of guys on motorcycles, riding next to you, starting to grope, turning around and repeating the same action, up to three times.

    I didn’t smile at questions of being together on the photo and the sudden feel of a stranger’s hand on your breast.

    I didn’t smile at all when I was followed by a tough guy on a motorcycle. Who pulled me off my bike, tried to throw me in a sandpit next to the road and tried to rape and murder me. I was super grateful that I could escape. That, when I was dragged by my ankles through the sand, I could loosen a foot and kick that guy in his balls, chest and chin and run away.

    Well. I cried, I was empty, exhausted and felt enormously misunderstood. Because, ‘Well, in each country you do have bad people anyway’ it sounded. ‘Uh yes, but three incidents in four cycling days… Sorry, that, I never saw before.’ And ‘Iran has good people. What you say isn’t possible, you are lying, how dare you!’ and ‘Hey, rejoice, you are still alive nevertheless, look at the positive side!’.

    1. Anita from Spain had a lot of positive experiences, jednkaże admits, that:

    https://bkpk.me/beginners-guide-to-cycling-in-iran-and-avoiding-the-mistakes-i-made/

    ..”I did, however, experience some unwanted attention too, although it was much rarer, and I never really felt scared. Mostly annoyed, sometimes properly angry. The most common (and to be honest, baffling) annoyance was being overtaken by boys on motorcycles who would yell at the top of their lungs, right in my ears. I never understood the reason why, but young men do tend to be the silliest of all demographics, and that is a truth universally acknowledged. Maybe it was their way to show support? On very rare occasions (maybe 2 or 3 times) one of the boys would try to engage in conversation with me by yelling “HOW ARE YOU I’M FINE THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!” and try to grab my arm. Sometimes a stern word would be enough to make them go on their way, but one time they kept chatting (“HOW ARE YOU I’M FINE THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!") until a man on a motorbike stopped them and shooed them away, apologizing and calling them “diwane” (crazy). And there was that one time when a guy stopped his pick up truck and offered to pay me for sex. With his very young daughter next to him. I got very angry, so he shrugged and left. I can go a bit mental when I get angry, so in a way, I admired his poise and calmness…”

    1. Jin, solo cyclist Korea says:

    Iran Travel Guide (Safety, Places to visit, Clothes for a girl, and other useful information)

    ..”Arriving Iran, I was glad to come back but I was worried. When I cycled in Iran for two months, I got sexually harassed two times although I had the cycling partner at that time. It was for sure that if I cycled alone, I must get sexually harassed. I heard from solo women cyclists that all of them must get sexually harassed in Iran, not only one time, but several times. Sexual harassing is happening all around the world. But it is not common that solo women cyclists must have this experience 100% sure. I never recommend any solo girl cycling alone in Iran. Some European girl on a bicycle told me she got grabbed between legs even by the immigration doctor on the border. Too much risky to cycle alone and I already cycled from north to south for two months last time that I decided to take the train from south to north back at this time.

    1. Finally, Rocio from Spain, I met in Uzbekistan and her recent experience, May or June 2018 2018, described only in private correspondence

    ..I don't know the details, but all I know is thrilling too - there was 3 pepetrators. one attacked, the second helped him, the third was watching. when she saw, that some men were standing by the road she turned on her camera GoPro. She started to do it while felt unsecure, And that was the case this time too. In this case, the right. She abandoned her bike on the road to escape.

    Just as in my case the perpetrators in some way.. "have not finished". Her court case lasted longer than mine. 'they were sentenced, of which the offenders gave appleation to. But most important is, they were caught.

    And here are a few voices from the discussion on Facebook:

    But do not forget about the positive experiences:

    Joanna http://www.za7zakretami.pl/ on the way to Asia, she visited Iran twice, She loves this country and admits, that it did not anything superannoying . Dorothy http://alepieknyswiat.pl/ she spent in Iran some 3-4 3 weeks and returned delighted. "And what can be the harmthat can happen in Iran?"She asked me recently. Heike www.pushbikegirl.com She spent in this country over 3 months and has a lot of great memories, although it did not avoid provocations and solicitation..

    This post was created, to make traveling solo girls and women acuqainted with the subject , that travelling in Iran by bicycle as a solo woman can be a time of your life or a nightmare bu defi8nnitely, its a different journey form the one as a couple, group or man's solo journey. It can be super, and may be dull.

    Places, which increases the likelihood of a negative experience is mainly on quiet roads, mountain provinces such as Iran. Lorestan and south of the country. The area north of the line Tabriz - Tehran - Mashhad seems to be the safest.

    I want to emphasize, that is not my goal of writing the bad things about Iran. It's a fascinating country full of wonderful people, who willingly acceded to the sky to make you happy, and many of them will remain forever in my heart. But solo travel by bike in the country as a solo women should be thought over twice., not overground bike, but moving solo to Iran ladies recommend extreme caution (another entry in the topic).

    U Zinat w Salakh

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Cycling in sunshine, under blue sky and by the sea Cycling in sunshine, under blue sky and by the sea made my (1st of a year) day.
A great start I would say. 
2023 - let it be... A good one! Yet another. Wishing you all.
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"Natale con i suoi, Easter with whoever you want" - "Christ "Natale con i suoi, Pasqua con chi vuoi" - "Christmas with your family, Easter with whoever you want" says the Italian proverb, according to it, on the first day of Christmas, December 25, after 2 p.m., Italy stops. And then, the square was full of people, cafe bustle, conversations, drinks to warm up before a long afternoon at the table and then ... silence. Nobody. Christmas dinner is the main, most important point of Christmas celebrations, just like Christmas Eve in Poland. Santo Stefano day, December 26th is traditionally spent walking, sightseeing, outdoors. And now not a single car passed by me, but another cyclist did!  Fantastic weather - blue sky, sun, about 17 degrees.
Wandering around the streets, the kitchen windows are open and I can smell fried fish. Once upon a time I came to Italy for a holiday with $300 in my pocket (which I put aside all year long by giving English classes), which was supposed to last for 2 months. And it did. Sleeping under the sky as I didn't even have a tent, hitchhiking..the only food I had was bread with onions and Calve mayonnaise.  This mayonnaise was my discovery, and sweet onions too.  The main point of the day and the only luxury I allowed myself was a cup of cappuccino - before I ordered it, however, I walked around and looked at the tables of the cafes in which cups they serve them in - I wanted as big as possible.  Then I sat for an hour, tasting the remnants of milk foam with a spoon. The smell of tomato sauce coming from the open windows annoyed me because I was craving dinner so much. Today I remembered that smell from 30 years back.
 I have lunch at home, and cappuccino is also sometimes, thanks to your donations as well (I still look at the cups 🙃). And on the wall today I read the quote "Limits exist only in the soul of those who do not dream". But it was pathetic.  Let's dream, let's fulfill...
I wish you many good dinners and moments spent as you wish.  I was on a bike 😁.
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Today it's December 10th and it is a special date Today it's December 10th and it is a special date for me. On 10 Dec 2013, I locked my door, gave the key to the new tenant, packed the box with my bike into my neighbor's car and flew off on a trip with a one-way ticket. To the other side of the world, the Philippines. The decision-making process wasn't particularly long and was born after cycling Japan, but I had been preparing for this escapade for several months. Organizing my life, buying a new bike (to make it "easier" I went to Berlin twice in one week) and other equipment, buying various insurances, arranging vaccinations - each step meant a lot of time spent on choosing one option or another, finally packing life into boxes and taking it to the basement and flying to Manila with a short stay in Shanghai on the way. I chose the Philippines knowing absolutely nothing about it. There was a promotion on KLM tickets and this destination seemed to me OK. It wasn't that much OK as it turned out, but I still managed to spend there and even pedal for 7 weeks 🙂. For the first 2 weeks I was accompanied by my friend Sophia. 
Gees, it's been 9 years, and I can't stop! After the Philippines I flew to Burma, then cycled through Thailand, Laos, China.... I don't know if I'll go back to Southeast Asia, because I'm sweating at the thought of it, but going through my posts (quite clumsy, it's the beginnings of the blog) made me very happy. If you feel like it go to my my webpage #Ewcyna. What an excitement it was!
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Your life is like a fairy tale. You travel, you l Your life is like a fairy tale.  You travel, you live here and there, you visit places, you soak up the sun, something is constantly changing.  And then your plan falls apart, because somebody's plans for housesitting changed, cancelled, some moved and you end up with a huge unknown, 3-month hole in your resume, rental prices have gone up a lot, but homelessness is no stranger to you.  There is risk, there is fun, there is anxiety.  It's not bad, in two days you find a new place for a month, even better, you're supposed to be there tomorrow, maybe in a week, or maybe the day after tomorrow.  You have to travel 800 km.  Heavy rains so you sit on your ass, you will not play a hero and do cyclotourism now. What a pity, it was supposed to be a few days with the attractions of southern Italy. The plan for a long journey is in place, train tickets too, landslides and breaking the railway traction too, the railway is not running there, what to do.  You don't want to spend the night in Rome.  Maurizio, your host is away, you avoid hostels, especially on a Saturday night, and hotels are too expensive.  You love Rome and you hate it.  Too beautiful, too dirty, too loud.
Naples?  No thanks.  You don't want to spend the night in Naples.  Ever since you witnessed two robberies and that's on the streets of this city more than 20 years ago, you feel mostly dislike and fear.  Naples dangerous?  Your travel companion on the train with whom you chat a bit replies.  No… Naples is "molto bello" - very beautiful.  robberies?  You know, when they attack you in Naples, they do it somehow... gently.  And in Rome, you can still get a good hit on the head. Naples very beautiful. 
I wonder how it is in Milan, Turin or Bari.

My life is like a fairy tale. Back in #Puglia!
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It's been wonderful, mostly sunny 3 weeks #housesi It's been wonderful, mostly sunny 3 weeks #housesitting in #toscana
Autumn rain and gales have started but it's time for me to move more south.. (more rain predicticted). Still, just following the sun! 
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France. Castles and Roman architecture at its best France. Castles and Roman architecture at its best, wherever you pass there's something beautiful and surprising.
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But what Has happened already will not come back? But what Has happened already will not come back? It will! 
 I came to Paris for the first time 14 years ago.  It was my third flight with a bicycle and my first independent bicycle trip abroad (because I do not count group travel here).
 At the airport, I picked up my bicycle bag, my stuff and somehow I took it to the train or subway at the airport, which went straight to the center.  I got off at the station, through which in the evening there were hordes of people, and I reached ... the stairs to heaven.  Long, endless staircase, not an escalator at all.  I didn't like lugging it all upstairs.
 -excuse me sir, could you help me?  I asked a young man in French according to the rule to direct a question for help to a specific person.
 -my? (Moi?) He replied with great surprise looking from side to side, but that he hadn't seen anyone else there do he helped me to drag myself out.
 When we left, I saw IT in beautiful night lighting.  It is it, the famous NOTRE-DAME cathedral.  It was a magical moment, do you know those?
I put my bicycle together and cycled along Champs Elysees to Arc de Triomphe and on to the edge of the Bois de Boulogne, where the campsite was located.  At that time, I only had a paper map with me, fatigue was taking its toll, I was falling asleep on my bike and felt a bit pale, but luckily after 11 PM I got there, put up the tent and fell down to sleep. The next day I continued my sightseeing and on the third I set off on a bicycle trip to Geneva. Yes, cycling on paper maps.
I visited Paris several times since then.This time I was brought to Paris by FLIXBUS with an overnight course from Berlin.  Yes, after my vacation in France, I really wanted to come back here and found an offer of catsitting.  Here I am.
 It has already been and will be back.  Good morning France.  Bonjour!
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Ever since I saw the "Grand Traverse de Jura au Ve Ever since I saw the "Grand Traverse de Jura au Velo" trail, that is crossing the Jura, I couldn't help thinking that it would be fun to cycle it.  The trail has two options, it runs along the highest parts of the Jura range on the French side and is in many places a mountain bike trail.  I just chose to cycle the middle part of the route, climbing over 1000 meters is already a success for me.  But it's not about success and competition to me, in cycling, but about joy.  So it was a lot of joy! Especially my first rest stop with such a view!
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Is it France already? the cyclist on the bike aske Is it France already? the cyclist on the bike asked as we stood in front of some signs by the cycle path along the Rhine river. 
I guess so, France, because there are already French signs, I replied, but there was no FRANCE sign anywhere.  We didn't find it but we took a souvenir photo, and then we sat at the roadside tavern for a beer.
The idea to come to France has been growing in me for some time.  I was encouraged by the famous € 9 regional trains ticket promotion in Germany.  Somehow I didn't want to devote my time to Germany - despite the incredible ease of getting around this country by bike, I am not fond, neither speak the language nor like the architecture too much. I also decided to skip the Czech Republic to get to France as soon as possible - but it did not happen, I was very drawn to the bicycle path along the river Ochra.  It winds along the river in the shade of trees for many kilometers.  From Karlovy Vary I pedaled on 2 wheels.
The Czechs like beer.  I dare say more than in Poland.  They like to scream after drinking alcohol, that's what usually happens when one is drunk right? Anyway, tearing the snout took place there at every campsite I passed, so I bought a shower and went on, and put the tent up elsewhere. Easy. Pleasant.
 And in France, I feel great.  It's fun to understand the world around you, although still in Alsace everyone speaks German or a mixture.  It's fun to look at the shelves with the amount of products I love.  It's great to have municipal campgrounds for max 10 EUR.
I am being asked what my tour is when people see the luggage. Just for the sake of it, the random encounters and chats it pays to have it 😁😁🙃
Hope it will be more "fun". No idea yet where to go after Alsace but thinking where to hide tomorrow when the 36 Celsius heat wave comes.
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