Monthly Archives: March 2015
A 12 minute read
“Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done while jostling in the street.” ~ William Blake, Painter/Poet
Hiding behind a woollen cover I look out onto another day. Breathing in the cool mountain morning I put the last piece of my daily bicycle puzzle together. Every piece a place. Jumping up I kick my slow horse into gear. Everyday similarly individual. The raw world can shake us to the bone. Revealing our weaknesses. Bringing out characters we never knew were there. I’ve played many men on this journey. A revolving drama of many actors. Men of confidence and utter fear. Contempt and pain. Overjoy and peace. Reality and fiction. I live in all of these moments. When I wake in the mountains on a cool morning sunrise, I play the man of hope and light. If only for a few hours.
I moved out of Thessaloniki with careful reluctance. The cobblestone roads bounced me down through a maze of hilly city. Beautiful does not describe these types of places. Where you move from grainy black and white into modern colour. I prefer the black and white. The unknown and obscurely solitary. On coloured highway I shot under threateningly full clouds across the ancient landscape of Greek Macedonia. Pulling into a service station after a mornings ride to fill my water bottles I plopped down to have a break. Over a cheesy breakfast pastry I discussed the road ahead with a jovial man. The station seemed to have seen better days, but he was more than excited to welcome me in. He explained that less than ten kilometres down the road was the birthplace of the famed conqueror Alexander the Great. Palla was the village. I had to visit. Surveying the area with low-lying ruins, I was transported to a different age.
Thousands of kilometres back in Afghanistan I visited Balkh. Here was the ancient capital where Alexander spread his empire and married Roxana of Bactria. (Read about my experiences in Afghanistan HERE & HERE) How amazing our lives can be. The road under my tires easy and free. His road one of historic conquest and tyranny. Different lives, centuries removed. Rolling along I could feel the history in the low hills. One of the most iconic figures in ancient history lumbering on horseback to the unknown horizon. My ride is easy for me in a sense. I can find out about the road ahead, the weather, countries and people. Most things have been discovered. There is generally an opinion, article or document on almost all of it. Generally, I have no idea, time or regard for these things, but they are there. Alexander expanded, explore and conquered almost as far as India on his campaign. What a journey it must have been.
Today, adventures are much different. They are more about personal development, education and exploration. Though most of the discoveries I make each day have already been made and documented by others, they are all new to me. The name of the game is to experience these new moments in my life and take it in stride. We only have one shot at life and I intend on making the most of it. Each of us has our own paths. This is mine. Someone else may think it ludicrous to ride a bike through many countries, I find it exhilarating. Our journey through life is all our own. Choose your adventure.
“I am inclined to measure a tramp by the time taken rather than by the miles. If a hundred miles is covered in a week it is a longer tramp than if it is rushed in three days.” ~ Stephen Graham, Author/Visionary
While I was riding along I met a fellow adventurer on an early morning ride. He was tramping along and I just had to stop. He shouted across the road and asked if I had a minute for a chat. Of course I did. We discussed travels ahead and behind while I devoured some bread and jam. He offered me fresh honey and pomegranate juice. His name was David. He is currently walking from Italy to India. Meeting him in Greece, he had already been on the road for a year. Stopping in some places for longer periods than others. David has an awesome outlook on life and a fantastic road ahead of him. Making my bicycle look like a rocket ship, I give him special credit for tackling such a monster. Step-by-step he’ll make it. To follow along on his epic journey check out his website HERE.
My final day in Greece was one of my most memorable rides of the entire trip. The views from Edessa to where I finished my day in Bitola, Macedonia were astounding. I began the day with a rather large climb out of Edessa and the cool morning shone all the way into a warm afternoon. Through slow valleys I shot, with snowcapped mountains looming and quiet monasteries resting. A sign proclaiming the ‘Wine Roads of Macedonia’ emerged on the highway. Riding along I watched the beautiful green hills being prepared for the following year of growth amidst blowing mustard seed. Grape trees being trimmed broke the silence on that open road. Words cannot describe the magic or beauty.
About ten kilometres from the border of Macedonia I made a quick stop to get some water. I saw an inviting shop in a tiny town, on a thin road. I rolled over and was greeted by some of the most friendly people on my journey. They served a full meal and we talked of my travels and their history. They were a Greek family who had lived in Toronto for over seventeen years before moving back in the nineties. The wife claiming they were, “The best years of my life.” Feeling insanely proud of my home, I began to prepare my bike to leave when they handed me a packed bag full of delicious baguette sandwiches, feta, fruits and chocolate. I was lost for words again. Hopping back on my bike I flew to the border and crossed into my eighth country, Macedonia. Wild peacocks roamed around freely at the border and a curious border guard welcomed me in. Strange and wonderful was the first feeling. The afternoon silence descended upon my bike and eerie bails of hay in the distance.
Macedonia was outstanding. The ride from Bitola to the Lake Ohrid was fantastic and a journey not to be missed. Easily doable in a day and one of breathtaking views. However, in the last downhill I got caught in some painful hail on the top of a mountain climb with nowhere to hide as huge trucks splashed me with freezing water. The hail turned into ice cold rain as I made my plunge down the hill. Thankfully there was a warm place to dry out at the bottom of the hill in touristic Ohrid. I aired out and explored the picturesque city before making the journey to Albania on the other side of the lake. The border of the two countries cutting the Lake Ohrid almost in two.
Huffing up a very steep climb of 15km’s I rolled over into Albania. Exchanging a few Euros I grabbed a cup of tea and sat in a smokey cafe with a load of long distance truckers. Though stretches between countries are very small in this part of the world, they are all very different. Upon entering Albania I noticed that it was immediately less wealthy, but no less beautiful. The landscape took me up and down a dangerous road with heart stopping views. I think I had been alone too long in obscure countries because I distinctly remember screaming for no other reason than to scream. Screaming for joy. Singing terribly off key songs up steep hills with all wrong lyrics. My legs strong enough to carry my heavily loaded bicycle over long mountain climbs with relative ease. Powerful is the word.
One thing I did notice about Albania was the complete excitement of the children to see me rolling by as they walked home from school. Giving them a thumbs up I raced on. I also noticed the mountain landscape covered by hundreds of military bunkers. History lesson: Over 700,000 bunkers were commissioned by Enver Hoxha during a paranoid period of dictatorial rule. For years Albania was closed to the world and has only recently begun to recover and prosper. Stopping to recharge at little shops I was greeted by excited people wearing quizzical looks. I felt fantastic as I made my way through the capital of Tirana and eventually onto the coastal city of Durres. The mixture of mosques and churches was very interesting to explore as I sorted my bike for departure.
Getting soaked in a huge downpour I made a quick escape and boarded an overnight fast ferry headed for Bari, Italy. Drying off inside, I curled up on the floor of the ferry in my sleeping bag for the night. Listening to the hum of the engines as the boat rocked back and forth in the stormy weather, I reflected on the whirlwind last few days. Did it really even happen? Here I was headed to Italy. It seemed almost as if another chapter was opening. One of new roads and panoramic exploration. History and culture were mixing for me on the other side of the ferry doors. I say yes to the next chapter. Making my way through Italy and onto Africa I jump at the chance. Here’s to not knowing what will happen next!
*I would like to thank all of the school kids in Canada for continuing to support my journey. I hope everyone had an amazing, relaxing and safe March Break vacation. Work hard and dream with full minds. I have also taken this opportunity to have a short hiatus while some people very close to me have come to visit in beautiful Italy. Back on the bike next week and headed towards Africa. We all need and should remember to take a break somtimes. To continue supporting the children in Verdara, India and the road to a new school CLICK HERE TO DONATE.
**Also, for those of you that missed it at home or online, here is the link to the wonderful story on my ride done by the amazing people at Global News. Thank you to everyone who liked, shared and spread the word about my journey. I would especially like to thank Jennifer Tryon for making it all come together in the end as well as Mark Blanchard for being a hero in getting the video files sent from India. CLICK HERE TO WATCH.
***Here is an exert from an amazing e-mail I got from a close friend after my interview aired. It captures what I sometimes find hard to say.
“You are a tramp, you are a vagabond. You are welcome everywhere but you belong nowhere. Not now. You see that this is no one’s land, even though we seem to think it is. We seem to think we own it, and that it owes us something. The land owes us nothing, but we can use it, temporarily. We build and we build and we forget what was there before we built. We forget about rivers, we forget about trees, about mountains, and deserts and rocks and dirt. We forget to watch the sun set, and to watch it rise. While the rest of the world worries about about a recession, terrorism, vaccinations, and playoffs, Mark is going day by day. Mark is awake, and then he isn’t.”
A Nine Minute Read
“The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.” ~ Epicurus, Ancient Greek Philosopher
On the road there is only the unknown. The only thing predictable is unpredictability. Sometimes my world seems like a fictitious playbook. Beautiful views and kind people dominate my days in larger than life experiences. Simple similarities between countries remind me of places months behind. From a quiet road to the sound of a car horn. These moments transport me back to times that feel imaginary. Portals of nostalgia drive me forward to the blissful yonder. Never riding the same road twice. Faces to never be seen again. Memories to last a lifetime.
On a cloudy cool morning I rolled out of Istanbul. A happening city. Bound towards the Greek border. The morning sunshine tried to peer out from the clouds with little hope as it spat rain. I rode early and quickly to escape the traffic. After crazy Indian roads, every moment felt like peaceful order. Sadly buying another delicious kebab from a street vendor I looked back from a hilltop over my morning work and a fading Istanbul. Bundled up warmer than ever, I pushed on through long straight hilly roads as light rain turned to flakes of snow. Melting on impact like a forgotten memory.
My first night out of Istanbul I was looking for a place to camp when it started to rain more heavily. I was hurrying along until I spotted a motel. Given the miserable conditions I decided to check the price and if nothing else get out of the rain. The owner, seeing me roll up was quick to welcome me inside. He decided to offer me a room for free. I couldn’t believe it. He quickly showed me to a warm room. Not long after he brought me a huge dinner and insisted I not pay for anything during my stay. Words cannot describe this type of kindness. I gave the guy a massive hug. In his limited English he said, “Gift from Turkey to Canada.” Fantastic!
Restored and rested, I left early the next day into a beautiful sunny morning. Riding through coastal towns and over big mountain climbs. The wind picked up around mid-day and blew a snowstorm in. Pushing up wet hills I made it along, wishing for goggles, missing warm weather. As daylight faded I tumbled into a roadside gas station cafe. I ordered the cheapest thing I could find from the heat lamps and slumped down. As I ate I gathered a small crowd of workers in the empty service station. Through phone translations, we sorted out the details of my journey. I asked if I could camp out behind the gas station. The one man said I could have his room for the night and again, no one would let me pay for my food or accommodation. Turkish people are unreal.
After another complementary breakfast in the morning I made a break for the Greek border. I rode over hills with a crosswind that I haven’t seen since the western deserts of China. With my bike tilted on a permanent angle I pushed on through northern winds that constantly drove me into traffic. Ten kilometres before the border I met a French couple. Heading towards the same place, we decided to ride together to Thessaloniki, Greece. Crossing the border we laughed together at the terrible winds. Finding a place under a bridge we set up camp and bunkered down to cook some pasta.
Over the next week we camped in icy conditions, riding along the ever beautiful coast of the Aegean Sea. Through picturesque towns we flew and up thigh crushing hills we climbed. Sunsets with dozens of colours lit the sky and cool mornings welcomed me awake in quiet fields. During long lunches we shared tales of the road and discussed plans for the future. Passing forgotten buildings, archaeological sites and derelict cemeteries, I wondered at the iconic history of Greece.
“He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.” ~ Socrates, Ancient Greek Philosopher
However, it was not all fun and games. Minding my business riding along, my bike was struck by a truck on an empty road. Actually, it was an ice cream delivery truck. Through careless driving he blew my left bag completely off my bike and hit my shoulder with his mirror, scaring the life out of me and knocking me over. I now know what I sound like when I am terrified. Luckily he stopped to check if I was okay. How I walked away without a scratch is beyond me. I was also happy not to be alone. After a lot of shock and checking over the damages we sorted out a plan. Unable to continue with my broken bags, he drove me and my broken bike to the next town. He bought me two new bags and gave me some money for dinner. He was terribly sorry and very worried about me. I counted my lucky stars as the moment replayed itself in my mind long into the night.
Upon arriving in Thessaloniki I was grateful for many things. After a week of riding. I was desperately dirty and in need of a day off to unwind. In the miles after the accident, I had some serious hours to contemplate my journey. At first I wanted to outright quit. To pack it all in and call it a day. It really shook me up. But, after relaxing a bit, I began to think of it as a motivational tool. To understand the value of life and how quickly it can disappear. For over two years I worked towards this journey. I couldn’t let this freak chance send me packing. This is my dream. The last eight months have been the most exciting, educational and inspiring moments in my life. Another experience and valuable lesson. To which I say:
Be more than you can ever hope to be. Don’t waste your days with pointless worries and regret. Never regret. Fulfill the promises you make. Life is very short, but it can feel infinitely long if you live everyday the best you can. By being your own person you can achieve this. Follow that itching screaming dream inside. Awake that curious child we all once were. The one that laughed at silly things and asked too many questions. When life was an entertaining game and not an monopoly obstacle course. My ride around the world is simply my fun little game. I write all the rules and can put my wagon back in the box whenever I like. But, I’d prefer to pass GO and keep on riding over the next hill.
We can all be pieces of change and hope. Life can be as simple, happy and fulfilling as you want it to be. My hope is to leave the world a little bit better than the way I found it. I ride for love, challenge and hope. To be apart of that change and not the problem. Give someone else that same dream. Check out my experiences in Verdara, India and the site of the next school we are in the process of fundraising for with ‘Free the Children‘ by CLICKING HERE.
*To donate to my charity and give others that same hope CLICK HERE.
**Thank you to the hundreds of school kids in Canada for their active support of my ride and pursuit of making the world a better place. My family, girlfriend and friends for always being there. I smile in happiness from miles away, on that beautiful winding road of life. You are all amazing people. 🙂
***See new pictures below (Turkey/Northern Greece). Part #2 of my ride so far in Europe coming soon. Greece cont’d, Macedonia(FYROM) & Albania. Stay tuned!