Deutsche Version: Von Kahrtoum zur Äthiopischen Grenze, meine letzten Tage im Sudan

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Mein erster platter Reifen nach 5,500 km

Von Khartum, der Hauptstadt des Sudans, hatte ich noch etwa 550 Kilometer bis zur Grenze zu Äthiopien. Ich beschloss, einen kleinen Umweg zu machen, um mich von der belebten Hauptstraße fernzuhalten. Ich hatte die Hauptstraßen satt. Während den drei Tagen von Atbara nach Khartum stand ich mehrmals dem Tod gegenüber. Bus- und Lkw-Fahrer wollten nicht hinter mir anhalten, wenn ein anderes Fahrzeug auf mich zukam. Beim Vorbeifahren schoben sie mich einfach von der Straße und ich war manchmal kurz davor, von meinem Fahrrad zu fallen. Ich fing an, jedes Mal, wenn sich mir ein Lastwagen von hinten näherte, buchstäblich ein Handzeichen zu machen und ihnen zu zeigen, dass sie aufpassen sollen. Es funktionierte die meiste Zeit und ich war einfach wirklich glücklich, endlich Khartum zu erreichen. Die Straße, die ich in Richtung Al Quadrif nahm, befand sich also auf der anderen Seite des Nils, und ich fand sie sehr friedlich und mit wenig Verkehr.

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Nach starken Regenfällen sind zwischenzeitlich viele Dörfer überschwemmt
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Ein typisches Dorf
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Das nächste Dorf ist etwa 150km weit weg, man sollte sich mal vorstellen hier zu leben

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So schöne Mittagspausen hatte ich selten, aber ab und zu hatte ich Glück. So konnte ich locker 2-3h schlafen

Die Umgebung begann sich schnell zu verändern. Je näher ich an die Grenze kam, desto grüner wurde sie. Ich plante, die 550 km in 5 Tage aufzuteilen, in “Hotels” in den größeren Städten Wad Madani und Al Quadrif zu übernachten, und den Rest der Tage würde ich irgendwo neben der Straße schlafen. Wie du auf den Bildern sehen kannst, habe ich einige schöne Campingplätze gefunden, ganz allein, bedeckt mit Bäumen. Obwohl einige Einheimische mich bemerkt haben, habe ich mich beim Wildcamping im Sudan nie in irgendeiner Weise unsicher gefühlt. Während meiner 23 Tage im Sudan habe ich nur 50 Dollar für die Unterkunft ausgegeben, also habe ich die meiste Zeit in meinem Zelt geschlafen. Die Hotels, die ich hatte, waren schmutzig und wirklich nur gut für die Nacht, um sich mit Wasser und Essen zu versorgen. Im Sudan habe ich durchschnittlich 4 bis 5 Dollar für ein Zimmer pro Nacht bezahlt. Wenn ich in einem Hotel übernachtete, nahm ich immer mein Fahrrad mit in das Zimmer. Manchmal konnte ich mich kaum in meinem eigenen Zimmer bewegen, aber zumindest wusste ich, dass das Fahrrad sicher ist. Es gibt sicher teurere Zimmer, die ich nehmen könnte, aber was soll’s, ich würde dieses Geld lieber für andere Aktivitäten als für den Schlaf verwenden, und die lustigen Dinge passieren, wenn man aus seiner Komfortzone herauskommt. Aufwachen mit einer Ratte im Zimmer oder Durchfall die ganze Nacht über, wenn das Badezimmer 100 Meter von der Schlafstätte entfernt ist, sind Geschichten, die du nicht so schnell vergessen wirst.

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Schön gedeckt von der Strasse und endlich wieder mit festem Untergrund um mein Zelt auf zu stellen

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Mein Kampingstuhl wird rege gebraucht!

 

Bevölkerungsdichte

Das Leben entlang der Straße wurde immer belebter, als ich weitermachte. Der Agrarsektor ist im Osten des Sudan dominanter als im Rest der von mir eingeschlagenen Route. Die Landschaft ist sehr grün und es gibt viele Tiere, die überall grasen. An einem Tag zwischen Khartum und dem Wad Madani gab es überall Menschen, Stadt für Stadt, also beschloss ich, eines Nachts an einem Polizeikontrollpunkt zu bleiben. Sie sind sicher und die Polizisten im Sudan tragen überraschenderweise nicht einmal eine Waffe. Sie boten mir eine Menge heiße Milch und anderes Essen an.

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Als ich die Nacht beim Polizei-Checkpoint verbrachte
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Täglicher Verkehr
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Der arme Esel mit der Zunge draussen… was ist wohl zu schwer 😀

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Sudanesische Gastfreundschaft

Die Gastfreundschaft hielt während meiner Reise durch den Sudan an. Auf stündlicher Basis luden mich Leute zu Kaffee und Tee ein, was ich meistens, offen gesagt, ablehnte, da ich viele Kilometer zurücklegen musste, und ich kann nicht den ganzen Tag Tee trinken. Allerdings habe ich nie ein Lebensmittelangebot abgelehnt, haha, also wurde ich zufällig von einem jungen Mann eingeladen, während ich eine Wasserpause machte. Ich dachte zuerst, er wollte etwas von mir, aber da ich an diesem Tag bereits mehr als 3/4 meiner geplanten Route gemacht hatte, folgte ich ihm einfach. Da es Freitag (der heilige Tag der Muslime) war, wurde ich zu einem riesigen Frühstück eingeladen, das einfach köstlich war. Es waren nur Männer im Raum, im Alter von 5 bis 27 Jahren. Ein Typ sprach fließend Englisch und es fühlte sich gut an, ein normales Gespräch zu führen. Nachdem er über viele kulturelle Unterschiede zwischen dem Sudan und der Schweiz gesprochen hatte, bat er mich freundlicherweise, meine Kleider auszuziehen, sie wollten mich nackt sehen. Ich lachte nur und zeigte ihnen meinen Oberkörper. Ich lachte noch mehr, als sie mehr sehen wollten, aber ich lehnte dann offen gesagt ab, und sie akzeptierten es. Später fragte ich mich, warum sie mich völlig nackt sehen wollten, liegt es an der Hautfarbe? oder wollten sie sehen, ob mein Penis beschnitten ist? Ich weiß es wirklich nicht, ich fand es einfach lustig, dass sie völlig gegen Homosexualität sind und mich dennoch baten, meine Kleider vor ihnen auszuziehen.

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Typisches sudanesisches Frühstück

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Die afrikanische Art Dinge zu tun

Ich liebe es einfach, Zeit in einem Dorf oder einer Stadt zu verbringen, irgendwo zu sitzen und den Menschen bei ihren täglichen Geschäften zuzusehen. Es gibt spezielle Ladestationen, an denen etwa 50 Telefone gleichzeitig aufgeladen werden. In Afrika haben mehr Menschen Zugang zum Internet als zu Strom. Was mir auch klar wurde, ist, dass die Menschen im Sudan wirklich keine Wartung ihrer Ausrüstung durchführen. Die Lastwagen, Busse, Tuctuc’s, wie auch immer man es nennt, sie benutzen es einfach, bis es nicht mehr funktioniert. Im Ernst, sie haben kein Profil mehr auf ihrem Reifen, sie tauschen keinen Reifen aus, bis er explodiert und vollständig von der Felge abgerissen wird, was manchmal noch weitere Schäden an der Karosserie des Fahrzeugs verursacht. In diesem Teil werde ich einige Bilder posten, die so typisch für die afrikanische Art, Dinge zu tun, sind.

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Vorallem in ländlichen Regionen werden ausschliesslich Esel als Fortbewegungsmittel gebraucht
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Ein oft gesehenes Bild in Afrika, Lastwagen bis zum letzten Platz gefüllt mit Menschen
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Sauberkeit ist gut, aber ich weis ja nicht wie gut es für das Grundwasser ist…
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TucTuc Waschanlage

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Der Handy Doktor
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Explodierte Reifen überall… Die Ersatzreifen sehen meist fast noch schlimmer aus als die gebrauchten
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Typisch für Afrika, Frauen laufen täglich Kilometer weit um Sachen zu transportieren

Das äthiopische Visum

Da ich nicht mit dem Flugzeug nach Äthiopien kam, war ich verpflichtet, das Visum bei der äthiopischen Botschaft in Khartum zu beantragen. Ich kam an einem Freitag in Khartum an, und da das arabische Wochenende von Freitag bis Samstag ist, musste ich bis Sonntag warten, um zur Botschaft zu gehen. Ein Freund sagte mir, ich solle sehr früh dorthin gehen. Die Botschaft öffnet um 8:30 Uhr und ich kam dort um 06:00 Uhr an. Überraschenderweise war ich nicht der Erste, da ich mich beim “Wachmann” anmelden musste, wurde mir die Nummer 47 zugewiesen. Der ganze Prozess war so unorganisiert, dass niemand wirklich eine Ahnung hatte, was los war. Es gab etwa 4 verschiedene Linien, jeder schrie, hielt verschiedene Papiere in der Hand und die Botschaftsleute, die dafür zuständig waren, Menschen hereinzulassen, nutzten ihre situative Kraft und handelten wirklich arrogant. Anscheinend kamen die ersten, die sie hereingelassen haben, bereits 5 Tage zuvor in die Botschaft, und da sie nur 100 Personen pro Tag hereingelassen haben, war der ganze Prozess völlig verzögert. Um 11:00 Uhr machte uns ein Mann endlich klar, dass wir heute kein Visum bekommen würden, und er legte jedes unserer Visaformulare wieder eine Nummer und ein Datum auf, an dem wir unseren Visumstermin haben werden. Ich wurde am Mittwoch mit der Nummer eins beauftragt. Also musste ich drei Tage warten, um wieder zur Botschaft zu gehen. Da ich Zeit hatte und das Visum wirklich wollte, kam ich an diesem Mittwoch um 06:00 Uhr wieder an. Gegen 10:00 Uhr durfte ich hineingehen, und ich hatte wirklich Glück, denn die Nummer, der ich früher zugewiesen wurde, spielte keine Rolle. Es gab Leute, die sogar 2 Tage vor mir einen Termin hatten und es wieder nicht geschafft haben, hineingelassen zu werden. Der ganze Prozess ist einfach soooo ungeordnet, und als Botschaftsmitarbeiter, wie kann man damit jeden Tag umgehen, ohne es zu ändern? Ich musste weitere 6 Stunden drinnen warten, bis ich endlich mein dreimonatiges Visum bekam, das mich 60$ kostete.

Mein Kampf mit den Postkarten

Auf dem ganzen Weg nach unten im Sudan habe ich versucht, eine Poststelle zu finden, aber die Antwort war immer nein, es gibt keine im Sudan. Ich habe überall Leute gefragt und sogar Expats, die seit Jahren in Khartum leben, haben mir gesagt, dass sie nirgendwo von einer Post gehört haben. Als ich maps.me überprüfte, stand auf dem Schild Postamt Khartum. Nun, warum versuchen wir es nicht mal? Da ich für jede Spende, die ich erhalte, eine Postkarte schreibe und die meisten Leute eine Postkarte aus dem Sudan wollen, musste ich sie ausprobieren. Ich wollte nicht 20 Leute im Stich lassen. Als ich an dem Ort ankam, ja, es gab ein großes Gebäude, das aussah wie eine Post, aber ein Typ sagte mir, dass es sich um ein verlassenes Gebäude aus der britischen Kolonialzeit handelt. Ok, also habe ich mich einfach bei den Einheimischen erkundigt, wo es eine Post gibt. Wie immer hatte niemand eine Ahnung, aber plötzlich schien ein Mann zu wissen, wonach ich suche, hielt einen Kleinbus an und sagte dem Fahrer, wo er mich absetzen sollte. Tadaaa, nach einem kurzen Spaziergang kam ich wirklich an etwas, das aussah wie eine Poststelle. Das Durcheinander im Inneren war gross, aber es sah immer noch so aus, als wären sie unter Kontrolle des Durcheinanders. Ich habe überprüft, ob sie Postkarten und den Preis schicken. So fand ich endlich eine Poststelle, aber was ist mit Postkarten? Der Sudan ist kein typisches Reiseziel, also wo findet man Postkarten? Der Kampf war echt! Ich habe bereits Pläne gemacht, Bilder auszudrucken und in einem Umschlag zu versenden. Als ich aus dem SudaPost-Büro ging, sah mich ein Typ mit einem kleinen Straßenladen an und sagte: Postkarten?! Ich konnte mein Lachen nicht zurückhalten, ich war so verdammt, du bist mein Mann. Die Postkarten, die er hatte, waren mindestens 20 Jahre alt, aber meiner Meinung nach waren sie toll, auch wenn sie überhaupt nicht schön aussahen, es sind Postkarten aus dem Sudan! Ich meine, wer hat schon mal eine Postkarte aus dem Sudan erhalten?! Was für ein Spielmacher, ich habe es geschafft, eine Poststelle und Postkarten zu finden! Als ich sie alle zur Post brachte, sorgte ich wirklich dafür, dass die Frauen am Schalter auf meine Seite kamen. Ich würde es nicht Flirten nennen, aber wie ich ihnen sagte, sind all diese Karten für meine Frau, Kinder und Freunde, ihr Herz schien wirklich zu schmelzen und ich war mir ziemlich sicher, dass sie sich gut um die Karten kümmern werden. Ich habe alle Briefmarken selbst auf jede Karte gestempelt und selbst abgestempelt, um sicherzustellen, dass sie nicht nur die Briefmarken nach meiner Abreise wieder abnehmen. Es dauerte genau 18 Tage, bis die ersten Postkarten ankamen, und ich glaube, dass inzwischen alle 20 Karten den Weg zum Empfänger gefunden haben. Wie toll ist das? Es dauerte 6 Wochen, bis Postkarten aus Italien nach Hause kamen, die 200 km vor der Schweizer Grenze verschickt wurden!

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Der grosse Tag beim Postbureau
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Mein Postkarten Held

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Grenzübergang Sudan – Äthiopien

Grenzübergänge sind spannend, man betritt ein neues Land, eine andere Kultur. Sie sprechen eine andere Sprache, kleiden sich anders. Von einem Tag auf den anderen können sich die Dinge völlig ändern. Dennoch sind Grenzübergänge auch ein großes Problem. Die Leute versuchen immer, dich auszunutzen, sie wollen dein Geld tauschen, versuchen, dir mehr Geld für Essen in Rechnung zu stellen, versuchen dir zu helfen, Geld von einem Geldautomaten zu bekommen, sagen dir, wohin du gehen sollst, und es gibt etwa 10 Leute, die dich anschreien, wenn du woanders hingehst.

Ich übernachtete 50 km von der Grenze zwischen einigen Bäumen entfernt. Ich nahm es morgens locker, weil ich wusste, dass ich nur etwa 90 Kilometer mit wenig Höhenunterschied zurücklegen musste. Ich fuhr 2 km lang, als mir plötzlich klar wurde, dass ich meinen ersten Platten hatte, wuhuuu! Nach 5500 km, durch Dornbüsche, über Glasscherben und schreckliche Straßen zu fahren, ist das eine solide Leistung, würde ich sagen. Es dauerte etwa 30 Minuten, da ich es nicht eilig hatte und ich es lieber langsam und ruhig als zweimal tat. Ich tauschte den Schlauch aus und reparierte den defekten ein paar Tage später in einem Hotelzimmer, wo es nicht so staubig und voller Schmutz war.

An der Grenze angekommen, musste ich zum sudanesischen Einwanderungsamt gehen, um ein Formular auszufüllen, meinen Pass abstempeln zu lassen und ich war unterwegs, um die Brücke auf die andere Seite zu überqueren. Die sudanesischen Beamten an der Grenze versuchten, mein Gepäck zu kontrollieren. Ich tat so, als ob ich nicht verstanden hätte, was er tun wollte, und nach ein paar Sekunden winkte er mir einfach zu. Dann musste ich auf der anderen Seite genau den gleichen Prozess durchlaufen. Die Dame, die mein Gepäck überprüfen wollte, war etwas gespannter, um meine Sachen zu sehen. Sie checkte die ersten beiden Taschen vorne, aber dann wurde sie müde davon und ich überredete sie nicht weiterzumachen. Stellen Sie sich vor, es ist sooooo ärgerlich, wenn sie durch deine gesamte Ausrüstung schauen wollen. Es ist so viel und ich muss alle Taschen vom Fahrrad nehmen. Auch die Passkontrolle ist ärgerlich. Einfach normal gekleidete Leute tauchten an der Seite des Rittes auf und forderten, meinen Pass zu sehen. Ja, sie könnten Polizisten sein, und wahrscheinlich sind sie es meistens, aber da ich es nicht wissen kann, gehe ich normalerweise einfach weiter, ohne ihnen etwas zu zeigen. Die meisten haben kein Auto, also konnten sie mir nicht einmal folgen.

Die Freundlichkeit der Fremden

Als ich an der Grenze ankam, hatte ich noch etwa 10$ in sudanesischen Pfund übrig. Wie üblich versuche ich, mein ganzes Geld loszuwerden, bevor ich die Grenze überschreite, da das Ändern es einen immer schlechter weglässt, als es von einem Geldautomaten zu bekommen. Viele Leute sagten mir, es sei kein Problem, Geld von einem Geldautomaten direkt nach der Grenze zu bekommen, also machte ich mir keine Sorgen um Geld. Da das Glück ganz und gar nicht auf meiner Seite war, war der einzige Geldautomat auf der anderen Seite der Grenze außer Betrieb und mir wurde gesagt, dass es 40 km weiter die Straße in der nächsten Stadt einen anderen internationalen Geldautomaten gibt. Ich verließ Metama sofort, da ich den Ärger, der da vor sich ging, nicht ertragen konnte. Kurz darauf sah ich zwei Überlandfahrer mit der schönen BMW 1200 GS und GSA auf mich zukommen. Ich streckte meine Hand aus, um ihnen zu signalisieren, anzuhalten. In diesen Gebieten trifft man nicht so viele Reisende auf der Straße, so dass es sich immer lohnt, zumindest ein kurzes Gespräch zu führen. Es stellte sich heraus, dass es sich um ein belgisches Paar auf Hochzeitsreise handelte, das von Südafrika bis nach Belgien reiste. Wenn es da draußen eine Frau gibt, die auch so eine Hochzeitsreise haben will, melde dich bitte bei mir! Sie nennen sich die Belgium Gravel Cats und sie können ihrer abenteuerlichen Reise hier folgen. Ich erzählte ihnen von meinem Pech an der Grenze mit dem Geldautomaten, und ohne zu zögern übergaben sie mir ihre restliche Birr, die etwa 12$ kostete, und eine SIM-Karte für Notfälle, da der nächste Telefonladen in Gondar, 200km entfernt, liegt. Mit dem Gesamtwert von 22$ Birr (Name der äthiopischen Währung) war es mir möglich, Gondar zu erreichen, wo ich wieder Geld abheben konnte. Ich hätte ohne ihre freundliche Geste überlebt, aber es machte meine kommenden drei Tage viel angenehmer und weniger stressig. Vielen Dank dafür! Die Freundlichkeit der Mitreisenden, besonders in Gebieten, in denen man nicht wirklich viele Überlandfahrer trifft, ist immer bemerkenswert und ich versuche wirklich, diesen Geist aufrechtzuerhalten.

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The Belgian Gravel Cats, Pieter and Eva

Sudan – Statistik

Kilometer: 1774

Verweildauer: 23 Tage

Nächte wildes Camping: 10

Kosten für Essen: 124$

Kosten für das Schlafen: 98$, inklusive zwei Übernachtungen für insgesamt 50$ (Geburtstagsgenuss)

Durchschnittlicher täglicher Wasserverbrauch: 12-14 Liter

Lieblingsessen: Die Sudanesen nennen es Sahan ful (ein Teller Bohnen) oder ful masri (ägyptische Bohnen). Es ist ein vegetarisches, proteinreiches Gericht, garniert mit frischen Zwiebeln, Tomaten, Rucola, Fetakäse, gekochten Eiern und Sesamöl. Es verursachte den einzigen Rückenwind, den ich im Sudan hatte, haha.

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Sieht nicht gut aus aber schmeckt umso besser!

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The many faces of Ethiopia

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On the way down to cross the Nile, it took me 1 hour to get down, and 3.5 hours up again

Ethiopia

So, I have finally entered Ethiopia, the country I have most read about since a lot of cyclists had bad experiences before and either rushed through it or took the bus. The most problematic issue they always named were the kids along the road. It is known that throwing rocks is a national sport, but if you are on a bicycle and kids start to throw rocks at you, every day can be a mental challenge, not to speak of the danger of a rock actually hitting you. My opinion about cycling in Ethiopia was already biased when I entered the country, even if I didn’t want it I couldn’t change it. I had just read to many bad things about cycling through Ethiopia. While cycling the first couple of hours through Ethiopia, I caught myself as being more anxious, more careful and less friendly to people than in other countries I have been before, and I had to tell myself, Lukas, don’t do that, try to make the best out of it and try to see the many positive things this country has to offer. I am still in the process of learning to deal with the Ethiopian people along the road, it will take some more time for sure, but I think that process will also develop mental strength for other situations that might arise in the future. Just to give you a brief insight on what I have to deal with every day. There is a continuous shouting at me, kids can be kilometres away, as soon as they see me they shout YOU YOU YOU YOU, MONEY MONEY MONEY. When I climb hills at 5 to 6 km/h, kids follow me and just repeat the YOU YOU MONEY MONEY over and over again. I am a very calm guy but imagine being on the road for ten hours plus a day, having to continuously listen to that. It can drive you crazy! Since I can’t change it, I just try to deal with it, teaching myself patience and thinking about it in a positive way. I can only benefit from this experience in the future. Luckily, I did not get that many stones thrown at me so far, however, I am always really on the watch and if I see them grabbing a rock, I point at them, step of the bicycle and then they usually run away. I mean they are kids, you can’t blame them, it’s the parents who should take their job more seriously in my opinion. There are also kids trying to take stuff out from the outside of my bags, yes, I always keep my food there… I just constantly need to watch my surroundings which can be very tiring. I also had some adults grabbing my bags while I passed them, this can be super dangerous. I usually stop my bicycle, turn around and tell them in a kind but serious way to stop with that. I believe that after Ethiopia, nothing can bring me off my bicycle anymore haha. I still have over 1500km to go, Ethiopia is bigger than I thought. It is overall almost a 2000 kilometres ride through the country. That’s around the same distance as I did in Sudan, expect the fact that Ethiopia is so mountainous. I am doing on average more than 1000 metres of altitude daily and the road will go up to 3100 meters above sea level at one point. I am in the shape of my life, going uphill doesn’t bother me anymore. It just takes way more time than in the flat terrain, so I kind of need to adjust my daily stretches.

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When I was interviewed by the Ethiopian television. I hope I could make a statement for the parents to teach their kids not to throw any stones at cyclists anymore
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People just everywhere, population wise Ethiopia is the biggest landlocked country
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The Blue Nile Waterfall in Bahir Dar
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Little snack along the road, usually prepared by local kids
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Women carrying big water tanks every day for kilometres. Usually from the age of 8 to 10 the girls will start to do the same
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I haven’t seen any agricultural machines in use. Everything is done like 100 years ago in Europe.
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Various things are carried on the head, like this woman here carrying the chickens to the butcher

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Some portrait pictures from Debarak

5 days, 550km and 7500 meters of altitude later

This post was written a week of cycling later, and I just got so tired of cycling in this country:

Seriously, I have not experienced this before. Ethiopia is like one village, and there is people EVERYWHERE! This should by no means be a negative post, but the harassment I have to deal with during the whole day is absolutely insane and sad. Ethiopia has developed such a crazy begging culture that is driving me nuts while being on the road for 10 hours+ every day. I know they are poor, but seriously I have been to many poor countries and what Ethiopien people do is in my opinion absolutely disrespectful! There is not one minute passing by that someone doesn‘t shout MONEY MONEY MONEY at me, from babies up to grandparents, just everyone is always asking for money! It continues… the stones… it is sooo dangerous being hit by stones all day long. Usually when I get hit I flinch and turn around, what is if I lose sight for one second and a truck is coming from behind. I don‘t even want to think about that scenario. I get shout and whistled at all day long, I don‘t mind when they shout „foreigner“ at me, but they do it in such an aggressive way that it becomes sooo annoying. I feel being treated like a dog. Whenever I pass a village there is people trying to take stuff out of my outside bags, they try to stop me by just grabbing my arm or my bags. Seriously, the country and its nature is breathtaking, but to cycle through it has been the worst experience so far in my life. I have never been treated like that in any foreign country, and there is still 900km to cycle until Kenya. Please wish me luck and a lot of patience, I hope I do not need a psychiatric doctor afterwords.

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On the way down to cross the Nile

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Luckily nothing happens, you can see all of the crew to the left. However, I just ask myself how the driver did it.
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Stunning views, This picture is taken 2400 Meter above sea level
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Young girls carrying heavy loads. All the heavy stuff is carried by femals
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The shepherd dress really nice, with jackets, dressshirts and hats
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I don’t really agree with his gesture, but that’s just the way the transport the sheep around Ethiopia

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Anyone wants a dress?
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Ethiopia is very hilly but the views are just amazing
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Just Baboons crossing the road
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Seems like men are doing the easy work

 

International Aid – Some possible explanations of what I have experienced

This is just based on my opinion and of what I have seen during my time spent in this country. Ethiopia has been on the list of poorest countries for a long time, they have battled severe famines in the last 50 years. In the famine from 1983 -1985 more than 400,000 people died. I believe since then, Ethiopia has been overrun by international aid organizations and countries who showed their support. Almost every school I pass is built by a foreign organization, all the water stations are donated by the European Union and other organizations. All the roads are either built by China or Japan, and I see so many cars on a daily basis that have been donated by USaid, UKaid, Japaneseaid and the list goes on. What about growing up in a country where almost everything has been sponsored by a foreign country? Ethiopia has become used to be handed everything. In my opinion Ethiopia knows how to cock the fish they have received, but they need to learn how to catch it, and this will be the biggest challenge for Ethiopia in the upcoming years. They need to become less dependent on foreign aid just handed over to them. Now you might say ohhh Lukas so why do you support an organization that delivers aid to Ethiopia? The explanation is simple, Green Ethiopia is not about delivering aid, instead it is about supporting self development, starting with afforestation and ending with people being empowered to sustainably improve their living situation. I strongly believe that is the key for development, aid cannot just be handed over, it needs to be empowered by the people itself, they need to learn how to catch the fish!

Rain season is over 

The rain season lasts for about 3 months and my timing is just great, it usually ends in September. Everything now is so green, flowers are open, and the diversity of colours is just breath-taking. Some free advice: If you want to visit this beautiful country, do it after rain season! Another highlight are the birds. I have never seen such a variety of colourful birds in my life, and if there wouldn’t be the YOUYOUYOU all the time, there would be a huge concert going on from all the singing birds.

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A lot of people wear bathing slippers that they can cheaply buy for around 2 dollars. As cheap as they are, they don’t last very long. Surprisingly, Ethiopia is very clean compared to Sudan and Egypt, you barely see any plastic laying around

3 days hike in the Simien mountains

Many people told me that if there is one thing I should do whilst in Ethiopia it is to hike the simien mountains. I arrived in Gondar on a Thursday, didn’t do anything else than cycling for the last 8 days, and the tour started on Friday right away. It didn’t bother me, but I just told myself that I will need a serious break soon after I get back. The 3 days hiking included a guide, a scout, two cooks, all the food and camping equipment. Since I had everything with me anyway, I brought all my own equipment. This was a wise decision; most people were freezing at night and their tent was almost blown off because of the strong winds in the morning. I slept like a baby and my tent was stable as a rock. From Gondar a minivan drove us up to Debarak, where we entered the national park. I did not have any expectations at all, didn’t know what animals to expect and how the landscape will look like. I love doing it this way, doing stuff with no expectations whatsoever so I will not be disappointed at all. It usually turns out to be great anyway, so did it this time as well. We hiked a total of around six to seven hours daily, climbed up to mountains that were 4070 and 4400 meters above sea level. The later one is the second highest point in Ethiopia and the view up there was spectacular. I think the pictures will speak for itself, it was just an amazing three days and I would definitely do it again.

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Gelada Baboons in the Simien Mountains. They are really peaceful and let you get very close

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Stunning cliffs, sometimes more than 1000 meters steep

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Spottet many Walias on the way up to the top

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The scout we had to have with us for our own safety, haha!
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Climbed up the second highest mountain in Ethiopia, 4,400 meters above sea level

 

Food in Ethiopia

As Ethiopia used to be “colonized” (Only 4 years) by the Italians, one can find spaghetti everywhere. The waitress usually looks confused when I order two meals, but I think once she realizes I am doing a lot of exercising every day it also makes sense to her haha. I am not a big fan of the traditional Ethiopian food, since it is mostly spicy, has a sour taste and they eat a lot of raw meat. I was suffering from a bacterial infection, which kept me up all night with diarrhoea and vomiting, so I rather try to eat the safer stuff than trying out what the locals eat. Being sick on a solo travel is in my opinion the worst thing that can happen. That’s usually the time when I miss home the most. I had my rest now in Bahir Dar, even though it was kind of forced because of the illness, Bahir Dar is a really nice place to get stuck and it was nice to finally meet some other travelers again.

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Eating double portions
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This is how my usual breakfast and lunch looks like, bred, banana and chocolate

Wild camping in Ethiopia

Ethiopia seems to be like one huge village. There are people everywhere and seriously no space for any privacy. I don’t like camping at a random place when there are people bothering you, and after being shout at and harassed the whole day, it is also nice to have some privacy in the evening. There is usually a hotel in every little town. They range between 2 to 4 dollars and they look accordingly. What I usually do, to stay safe from all the mosquitos and bed bugs, I pitch my inner tent on the bed. I always sleep with earplugs, since Ethiopians party till late at night and they are always loud. Usually the places I sleep are more used as a brothel where young people meet to have their own room for some action.

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This is how I pitched my tent inside the “hotel” rooms

Alcohol, Prostitution, Khat & Glue sniffing children

As soon as I crossed the border from Sudan to Ethiopia, I saw beer advertisements everywhere. When I continued further through the town, I recognized many women wearing short skirts as well as strip clubs. Let’s be honest, I don’t believe it’s the Ethiopians that travel all the way to the border of Sudan to have “fun”. The alcohol culture is huge and I see men drinking beer all along the road, starting already early in the morning. Every village, no matter the size, has at least one pool,  table soccer or pingpong table. I really don’t know what all these young men do all day long, but it seems like most of them really don’t care about work. I have heard from cyclists before that they call Ethiopia Zombie land. I can really understand why now. Young men just running up to me when I ride through a village, having huge red eyes and tumbling around talking weird stuff. Many Ethiopian men are addicted to Khat, a locally grown plant that makes you high. As Wikipedia puts it: Khat is a flowering plant native to the Horn of Africa and the Arabian Peninsula. Khat contains the alkaloidcathinone, a stimulant, which is said to cause excitement, loss of appetite, and euphoria. Among communities from the areas where the plant is native, khat chewing has a history as a social custom dating back thousands of years analogous to the use of coca leaves in South America and betel nut in Asia.

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This guys were already super high on Khat, look at all the empty straws

The first time I felt really sad on this trip was when I arrived in Addis and walked around town to do some groceries shopping. There are so many young kids, really kids, walking around totally high sniffing glue out of cut off PET bottles. They come up to you, can barely walk straight anymore and beg you for food or money. Just made me speechless, they are so young, innocent and determined to die at a very young age. According to the African Child Information Hub, there are as many as 100,000 street children living in Addis Ababa and sadly they are most often involved in the glue-sniffing practice.

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Addis street kid sniffing on glue
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The guy in the back is already flying high

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Green Ethiopia

I have written already over 50 postcards, received more than $4000 in donations and spread the word for almost 2 years now. Finally, I had the chance to visit a Green Ethiopia project in Libokemkem, around Addis Zemen town. I spent over 5 hours in the local community, walking up hills, through forests and talking to the local people about their work. It is impressive to see how much the landscape has changed. Sooooo many trees have been planted and the hills are now terraced so the land is green and fertile. This is all done by the local community. I am super happy to have partnered up with Green Ethiopia and I am looking forward to writing many more postcards for every donation I receive! For every dollar, at least 5 trees can be planted, join all the other donors and help to make Ethiopia greener, also during the dry season!

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Where new seedlings are grown. As I understood it the seedlings are cared by the school children
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Inside a local house
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A woman preparing Injera, a sourdough-risen flatbread with a slightly spongy texture
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Just within one year this plants have grown that tall. The secret is they are behind a cow stall, so the poop really helps the plants to grow
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I met the local priest who divides up the harvest between the different families of a town

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From Khartoum to the Ethiopian border, my final days in Sudan

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When I had my first flat tire, after 5,500 km

From Khartoum, the capital of Sudan, I still had around 550km to go towards the border of Ethiopia. I decided to take a little D-Tour to stay away from the busy main road. I was just tired of main roads. During the three days from Atbara to Khartoum I faced death several times. Bus and truck drivers wouldn’t stop behind me when some other vehicle was coming towards me. While passing, they just pushed me off the road and I sometimes was close to fall of my bicycle. I started to literally do a hand sign every time a truck was approaching me from behind, showing them to “get the fuck over”. It worked most of the time and I was just really happy to finally reach Khartoum. So, the road I took towards Al Quadrif was on the other side of the Nile and I found it to be very peaceful and with barely any traffic. 

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After unusual heavy rains a lot of town were flooded
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That is how a usual village looks like
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For kilometres there was nothing, and suddenly a house shows up again… Imagine living here, seriously in the nowhere

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Best way to spend your 3h lunch break, I was lucky this time

The environment started to change quickly. The closer I got to the border, the greener it became. I planned to split the 550km into 5 days, staying in “Hotels” in the bigger cities of Wad Madani and Al Quadrif, and the rest of the days I would sleep somewhere along the road. As you can see in the pictures I found some beautiful camping spots, all by myself, covered by trees. Even though some locals noticed me, I have never felt unsafe in any way while wild camping in Sudan. During my 23 days in Sudan, I only spent 50 dollars on accommodation, so I most of the time slept in my tent. The hotels I had were filthy and really just good for the night to stock up on water and food. In Sudan I paid around 4 to 5 dollars on average for a room per night. When I sleep in a hotel I would always take my bike inside the room. Sometimes, I can barely move within my own room but at least I know the bike is safe. There are for sure more expensive rooms I could take, but what’s the point, I’d rather use that money for other activities than for sleep, and the funny things happen when you get out of your comfort zone. Waking up having a rat in your room or having diarrhea all night long when the bathroom is 100 meters away from where you sleep are stories you won’t forget that quickly.

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Nicely covered from the street, and finally some good solid ground again to pitch my tent

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Always in use, my camping chair!

 

Population density increased

The life along the road became busier as I moved on. The agricultural sector is more dominant in the east of Sudan compared to the rest of the route I have followed. The landscape is very green and there are a lot of animals grazing all around. On one day between Khartoum and Wad Madani there were people everywhere, town after town so I decided to stay at a police checkpoint one night. They are safe and the Police men in Sudan surprisingly don’t even carry a gun. They offered me a lot of hot milk and other food.

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Night at a police station
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The usual daily traffic
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I love how that donkey has its tongue out, haha heavy women:P

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Sudanese hospitality

The hospitality continued throughout my travel through Sudan. On an hourly basis people invited me for coffee and tea, which I most of the times frankly declined since I had to do some kilometres, and I cannot drink tea all day long. However, I never turned down a food offer, haha, so I randomly was invited by a young guy while I was doing a water break. I first thought he wanted something from me, but as I had already done more than 3/4 of my planned route on that day I just followed him. Since it was Friday (the Muslims holy day), I got invited to a huge breakfast which was just delicious. There were only guys in the room, ranging from the age of 5 up to 27. One guy was fluent in English and it felt good to have a normal conversation. After discussing a lot of cultural differences between Sudan and Switzerland, he kindly asked me to take off my clothes, they wanted to see me naked. I just laughed and showed them my upper body. I laughed even more when they wanted to see more, but I then frankly declined, and they accepted it. Later, I asked myself why they wanted to see me totally naked, is it because of the skin colour? or did they want to see if my penis is circumcised? I really don’t know, I just thought it was funny that they were totally against homosexuality and then asking me to take off my clothes in front of them.

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Typical sudanese breakfast
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The guys who invited me for breakfast

The African way

I just love spending time in a village or city, sitting somewhere and watch the people doing their daily business. There are special phone charging places where around 50 phones are being charged at the same time. In Africa, more people have access to Internet than to electricity. What I also realized is that people in Sudan really don’t do maintenance on their equipment. The trucks, buses, tuctuc’s whatever you name it, they just use it until it does not work anymore. Seriously they have no profile on their tire anymore, they won’t exchange a tire until it explodes and is completely ripped off the rim, sometimes causing even further damage to the body of the vehicle. In this part I will post some pictures that are so typical to the African way of doing things.

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Donkeys are the main mean of transportation in the rural areas

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A usual sight in Africa, trucks filled with people, safety is never an issue
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They are really keen on keeping their vehicle clean, just the place they do it is a bit….
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TucTuc cleaning
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Every day I get surprised by things, like this wardrobe in my room
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Sudanese “Handy-Doctor”
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Exploded tires everywhere, and the spare tires they usually have are as run down as all the others
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A typical sight you can see all over, women walking for kilometers to transport things

 

The Ethiopian Visa

As I did not enter Ethiopia by airplane, I was obliged to get the Visa at the Ethiopian Embassy in Khartoum. I arrived in Khartoum on a Friday, and as the arabic weekend is from Friday to Saturday, I had to wait until Sunday to go to the Embassy. A friend told me to go there very very early. The embassy opens at 8:30 and I arrived there at 06:00AM. Surprisingly, I was not the first one, as I had to register at the “security guard” I was assigned with the number 47. The whole process was so disorganized and no one really had a clue what was going on. There were around 4 different lines, everyone was shouting, holding different papers in their hand and the embassy people in charge of letting people in, made use of their situational power and acted in a really arrogant way. Apparently, the first ones they let in already came to the embassy 5 days before, and as they only let in 100 people per day, the whole process was totally delayed. At 11:00 a guy finally made clear to us that there is no way we would get a visa today, and he put on each of our visa forms a number again and a date, when we will have our visa appointment. I was assigned with number one on Wednesday. So I had to wait three days to go to the embassy again. As I had time and really wanted the Visa, I arrived again at 06:00 on that Wednesday. At around 10:00 I was allowed to go inside, and I was really lucky, as the number I was assigned to earlier did not matter at all. There were people who even had an appointment 2 days before me and again didn’t manage to be let inside. The whole process is just soooo disorganized, and as an embassy worker, how can you deal with that every day without changing it? I had to wait another 6 hours inside until I finally got my three months visa, which cost me 60$.

My struggle with the postcards

On my whole way down in Sudan I tried to find a Post office, but the answer was always no, there is none in Sudan. I asked people everywhere and even expats, living in Khartoum for years told me they have not heard of a post office anywhere. As I checked maps.me, there was a sign saying Post office Khartoum. Well, why not give it a try? Since I write a postcard for every donation I receive, and most people wanted a postcard from Sudan, I had to try it. I didn’t want to let 20 people down, haha! As I arrived at the location, yes there was a big building, looking like a post office, but a guy told me that is a remaining building from the British colonial period. Ok well, so I just started asking around the locals where to find a post office. As usual, no one had a clue, but suddenly one guy seemed to know what I am looking for, stopped a minibus and told the driver where to drop me off. Tadaaa, after a short walk I really arrived at something that looked like a Post office. The mess inside was terrific but it still looked like they were under control of the mess. I checked if they send postcards as well as the price. So, I finally found a post office, but what about postcards? Sudan is not a typical tourist destination, so where do you find postcards? The struggle was real! I already made plans to print out pictures and send them inside an envelope. As I walked out of the SudaPost office, a guy with a little street shop, looked at me and said: postcards?! I couldn’t hold back my laugh, I was like damn, you are my mannnn!! The postcards he had were at least 20 years old but in my opinion they were great, even though they did not look nice at all, they are postcards from Sudan! I mean who has ever received a postcard from Sudan?! What a game changer, I managed to find a post office as well as postcards! As I brought all of them to the postoffice, I really made sure to get the women at the counter on my side. I wouldn’t call it flirting, but as I told them all those cards are for my wife, kids and friends, their heart really seemed to melt and I was pretty sure that they will take good care of the cards. I put all the postage stamps on each card my self and stamped them myself, to make sure that they don’t just take the postage stamps off again after I leave. It took exactly 18 days until the first postcards arrived, and I believe that by now, all the 20 cards have found their way to the recipient. How great is that? It took 6 weeks for postcards from Italy to arrive home, which were sent 200km off the Swiss border! Shout out to SudaPost!!!

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The big day at the postoffice
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My man!! Hey you want postcards??!!

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Sudan – Ethiopia border crossing

Border crossings are exciting, you are entering a new country, a different culture. They speak a different language, dress differently. Just from one day to the next, things can completely change. Nevertheless, border crossings are also a big hassle. People always try to take advantage of you, they want to exchange your money, try to charge you more on food, try to help you getting money from an ATM, telling you where to go and there is like 10 people shouting at you if you go somewhere else.

I camped 50 km away from the border between some trees. I took it easy in the morning because I knew I only had to do around 90 km with not a lot of altitude change. I rode for 2km when I suddenly realized that I had my first flat tire, wuhuu! After 5500 km, riding through thorn bushes, over glass shards and terrible roads, this is a solid achievement I would say. It took me around 30 minutes, as I was in no hurry and I rather did it slow and easy, than twice. I exchanged the tube and fixed the defective one a couple of days later in a hotel room, where it was not as dusty and full of dirt.

Once at the border, I had to go to the Sudanese immigration office to fill out a form, get my passport stamped and I was off to cross the bridge to the other side. The Sudanese officers at the border attempted to check my luggage. I acted like I did not understand what he wanted to do and after a couple of seconds he just waved me over. I then had to go through the exact same process on the other side. The lady who wanted to check my luggage was a bit more eager to see my stuff. She checked like the first two bags in front, but then got tired of it and I talked her out of it. Imagine, it is sooooo annoying if they want to look through your whole equipment. It’s so much and I need to take all the bags off the bike. Passport control is annoying too. Just normal dressed people showed up at the side of the rode demanding to see my passport. Yes, they could be police officers, and probably mostly are but as I cannot know it I usually just pass on without showing them anything. The mostly do not have a car so they couldn’t even follow me.

What does cycling mean to me?

Probably most accurately – Freedome… I can just go wherever I want, any kind of „road“, at any time. I don‘t need to worry about gasoline, stupid taxes, paperwork at borders or any speedcontrols (😂). There are days where I like it more, there are others when I am just glad that the day is over, but all in all after every day you feel you have accomplished something. You are a few kilometers closer to your final destination, climbed up a mountain, fixed 10 punctures, crossed a flooded riverbed, pushed your bike up a hill or through the sand (or both together) for hours…, there are so many moments to celebrate each day. Some of you probably think, how can he still like cycling? Seriously, I don‘t know, but I guess it is all those little things every day that make cycle-traveling so enjoyable!

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The kindness of strangers

Arriving at the border I had around 10$ in Sudanese pounds left. As usual I try to get rid of all my money before crossing the border, since changing it always leaves you worse off than getting it from an ATM. Many people told me it is no problem to get money from an ATM right after the border so I did not worry about money at all. As the luck was totally not on my side, the only ATM across the border was out of service and I was told 40km down the road in the next town there is an other international ATM. I left Metama right away since I could not stand the hassle that was going on. Shortly after I saw two overlanders coming at me with beautiful BMW 1200 GS and GSA. I put my hand out to signal them to stop. In these areas you don’t meet that many travelers on the road so it is always worth to have at least a quick chat. It turned out it was a Belgium couple on their honey moon, traveling from South Africa all the way back to Belgium. If there is a woman out there that wants a honey moon like that as well, please get in touch with me! They call themselves the Belgium Gravel Cats and you can follow their adventurous journey here. I told them about my bad luck at the border with the ATM, and with no hesitation they hand me over their remaining Birr, which was around 12$, and a SIM card for emergencies since the next telephone store is on Gondar, 200km away. With the total of 22$ worth of Birr (name of Ethiopian currency) it was possible for me to reach Gondar, where I could withdraw money again. I would have survived without their kind gesture, but it def. made my upcoming three days way more comfortable with less hassle. Thank you for that! The kindness of fellow travelers especially in areas where you don’t really meet a lot of overlanders is always remarkable and I really try to keep UP that spirit.

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The Belgian Gravel Cats

Sudan – Statistics

Kilometres cycled: 1774

Days spent: 23

Nights wild camping: 10

Cost for food: 124$

Cost for sleeping: 98$, including two nights for a total of 50$ (Birthday treat)

Average daily water consumption: 12-14 liters

Favorite food: Sudanese call it Sahan ful (a plate of beans) or ful masri (Egyptian beans). It is a vegetarian protein rich dish garnished with fresh onions, tomatoes, rocket leaves, feta cheese, boiled eggs and sesame oil. It caused the only tailwind I had in Sudan, haha.

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Really doesn’t look tasty, but, it’s SOOOO GOOD!

A German version will follow in the next couple of days.

 

Deutsche Version: Sudan! 1200 km durch die Sahara

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Hey Lukas, wenn du nach Kapstadt fährst, musst du nicht durch den Sudan radeln? Ja, das tue ich. Ohh…. ist der Sudan nicht ein supergefährliches Land? Ich bekam die Frage so oft gestellt. Es schien sehr seltsam, dass mir die Leute sagten, wie gefährlich der Sudan sei, aber selbst noch nie dort waren. Dies geschieht in so vielen Alltagssituationen, Menschen, die denken, dass sie alles wissen, nur weil sie die Nachrichten hören, Zeitschriften lesen oder noch besser; jemand anderes hat es ihnen gesagt….. Da meine Vorbereitungszeit ziemlich umfangreich war, etwa 1 Jahr, musste ich mir so viele “Nein-Sager” anhören. Lukas, du kannst es nicht, es ist zu gefährlich, zu heiß, zu sandig, zu instabil, zu was auch immer. Ich fühlte mich wie ein Anwalt, der sich ständig verteidigen musste. Also, was nun, ich bin im Sudan angekommen, bin im Sommer 1200 Kilometer durch die Sahara gefahren. Ich kann nicht sagen, dass es nicht hart war, oder dass ich keine langen Tage hatte, oder dass ich wegen der Stürme in der Nacht sehr gut schlief. Aber ich hatte die Zeit meines Lebens. Was für ein Gefühl, einfach da draußen zu sein, unabhängig von allem. Niemand hat eine Ahnung, wo zum Teufel du bist, es ist einfach ruhig, der Himmel und vor allem die Sterne waren einzigartig.  Atemberaubend, selbst für mich selbst. Darauf hatte ich schon immer gewartet, das wahre Abenteuer, meine Zeit Afrika zu entdecken, hat endlich begonnen!

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Sudan – Meine Ankunft

Sudan, bisher das gastfreundlichste Land, in dem ich je war. Stell dir vor, in den ersten 7 Tagen habe ich keinen einzigen Dollar für Essen ausgegeben…. fühlt sich sehr besonders an. Es ist verrückt, wie unterschiedlich die Menschen im Sudan im Vergleich zu Ägypten sind. Die Sudanesen sind viel entspannter. Jeden Tag werde ich mehrmals zu Kaffee, Tee und Essen eingeladen. Ich fühle mich wirklich gut, wenn ich durch den Sudan fahre. Alle Leute geben dir die Daumen hoch, sie feuern dich an und wollen deinen Aufenthalt so angenehm wie möglich gestalten. Einmal stand ich an einer Wasserstation und fragte einen Mann, wo das nächste Restaurant sei. Es dauerte 3 Minuten und ich saß in seinem Haus und aß zu Mittag. Die Menschen hier haben wirklich nichts, die Armutsrate ist hoch, aber dennoch scheint ihre Gastfreundschaft grenzenlos zu sein.

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Als ich sogar ein Bett für meine Mittagspause bekam
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Hier habe ich ein Gebetsteppich bekommen, um ein Mittagsschläfchen zu machen
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Kafe Pause mit Lastwagenfahrern
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Taman! ein sudanesischer Ausdruck für gut!

Ich kam am 27. August mit der Fähre in Whadi Halfa an. Ich verbrachte eine wunderbare Nacht auf dem Deck des Bootes und beobachtete die ganze Nacht den Vollmond. Der ganze Entladevorgang dauerte ewig, aber es war mir egal, ich habe so viel Zeit für alles, warum sollte ich mich selbst stressen? Ich musste dem Zollbeamten jeden einzelnen Beutel zeigen, sie überprüften ihn, gingen aber wirklich nicht tief. Es hat einfach ewig gedauert, und ich hasse es, mein ganzes Fahrrad mit so vielen geladenen Sachen auszupacken. Es ist, als ob mir 6 Arme fehlen, um all die Dinge zu tun, die ich auf einmal tun muss. Aufgrund politischer Sanktionen funktioniert im Sudan keine ausländische Kreditkarte. Reisende wissen, dass sie immer genug Dollar dabeihaben müssen. Die Situation im Sudan ist etwas Besonderes. Um Geld zu tauschen, muss man es auf dem Schwarzmarkt tun, da der offizielle Kurs 7-mal niedriger ist. Im Moment ist die Rate ziemlich gut, sie liegt bei 1 zu 40. Stell dir vor, die grösste Note sind nur 50 sudanesische Pfund. Das Wechseln von 100 Dollar gibt dir einen riesigen Stapel von Noten, die nicht in eine normale Brieftasche passen. Es ist illegal, seine Dollar auf dem Schwarzmarkt zu tauschen. Ich meine, es ist offensichtlich, deshalb nennt man es überhaupt Schwarzmarkt, aber trotzdem macht es jeder. Die Leute werden dich auf dem Boot fragen, nachdem du durch den Zoll gekommen bist, oder du gehst einfach in zufällige Geschäfte in der Stadt, durch eine Hintertür und ein alter Mann wird dort mit einem Stapel Geldnoten sitzen und er wird auch deine Dollar wechseln. Der Kurs ändert sich täglich, so dass Verhandlungen möglich sind.

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dieses Bündel ist 40 Dollar wert 😀

Einige von euch mögen sich fragen, wie ich ein Visum für den Sudan bekommen habe. Es ist super einfach. Ich habe an die sudanesische Botschaft in Genf geschrieben: Hey, ich werde von Zürich nach Kapstadt radeln und muss durch den Sudan fahren, kann ich ein Visum bekommen? Ja, schicken Sie mir einfach Ihren Reisepass und 100$, Sie erhalten ihn innerhalb von 4 Tagen zurück. Großartig gearbeitet, perfekter Service! Ich habe ein Visum bekommen, das mir 2 Monate für die Einreise und 2 Monate für den Aufenthalt im Land gib, das bietet mir viel Flexibilität.

Der Sudan hat besondere Vorschriften für das Fotografieren. Tatsächlich ist es nur eine Regel: Du darfst überhaupt keine Fotos machen. Die Leute lieben es, wenn man sie fotografiert, sie werfen sich sogar in Pose, aber die Regierung will einfach nicht, dass man irgendwelche Fotos von einigen Infrastruktursachen macht. Ich kam nur einmal in Schwierigkeiten. In Karima, wo ein Typ ziemlich wütend wurde, weil ich in der Innenstadt herumgelaufen bin und Fotos gemacht habe. Haha, ich habe mich entschuldigt, und es war wieder gut.

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Seine Pose, es war nicht kalt, hatte bestimmt noch 40 Grad 

Nachdem ich eine lokale SIM-Karte bekommen, mein Geld gewechselt und für die nächsten 4 Tage Essen und Wasser gekauft hatte, bin ich am Nachmittag zu meiner ersten Nacht in der Wüste aufgebrochen.

Mein Weg nach unten

Da ich vor meinem Geburtstag nur 12 Tage Zeit hatte, um Khartum, die Hauptstadt des Sudans, zu erreichen, hatte ich einen engen Zeitplan. 12 Tage Radfahren klingt hart, aber der Körper gewöhnt sich überraschend schnell daran. Von den 11 Nächten, die ich dreimal in einem schmutzigen Hotel geschlafen habe, lagen die Kosten pro Nacht bei etwa 4-6$, also habe ich nicht viel erwartet, was ich nie tue. Wenn du geringe Erwartungen hast, kannst du nicht enttäuscht werden. Ich schlafe lieber in der Natur als an Orten, an denen man nicht weiß, wann die Bettwäsche zum letzten Mal gewaschen wurde. Sind es vielleicht 5 Monate, oder eher 10? Es ist besser, diese Dinge nicht zu wissen, schätze ich. Das Einzige, worum ich mich wirklich kümmere, ist, dass ich immer genügend Essen, für mindestens 3 Tage, mit mir habe und genug Wasser für einen ganzen Tag, das sind etwa 12-14 Liter. Mehr Wasser zu transportieren wird einfach zu schwer. Entlang des Nils gibt es mindestens alle 50 km eine Wasserstation. Das Wasser hat die unterschiedlichsten Farben, von hell über dunkelbraun bis grau, jede gewünschte Farbe ist möglich. Ich habe immer versucht, das Wasser zu filtern. Manchmal, wenn mir ein LKW-Fahrer eine eiskalte Flasche Wasser übergab, war ich zu faul, um es zu filtern. Am Nachmittag gegen 14:00 Uhr fing ich immer an, Lkw-Fahrer mit einer leeren Flasche Wasser zu winken. Im Ernst, 95% hielten immer an und übergaben mir Wasser, meistens kalt, manchmal gefroren oder wenn ich Glück hatte, sogar eine kalte Coca Cola. Wenn du in den letzten Stunden nur heißes Wasser hattest und dir jemand eine eiskalte Cola gibt, fühlst du dich wie im Himmel. Die nächste Stunde wird dann einfach umso angenehmer. Ich stand normalerweise um 4:30 Uhr auf, manchmal um 5, wenn ich mich noch nicht ruhig fühlte. Die Sonne geht um 5:15 Uhr auf und danach wird es schnell heiß. Normalerweise machte ich von 11 bis 14:30 Uhr eine Pause, weil es einfach zu heiß war und es eine massive Verschwendung von wertvollem Wasser gewesen wäre. Es war jedoch nicht immer einfach, einen guten Schlafplatz zu finden.  Ich begann gegen 16:30 Uhr nach einer schönen Düne zu suchen, um hinter mir zu lagern, was mir 1,5 Stunden Zeit gab, um zu kochen, das Zelt aufzustellen und alles wieder wegzuräumen. Ich hatte kaum Internet auf dem Weg nach Atbara. Ich habe es wirklich genossen und es war schön, einfach in meinem Buch zu lesen.

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Nicht der beste Schattenplatz den ich je hatte…
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Eiskaltes Wasser das ich gerade von einem Lastwagenfahrer bekommen habe

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Ich hatte glück mit dieser Unterkunft, viel Schatten, ein Bett und niemand da
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Es hatte zu viel Wind um zu kochen, darum habe ich mich entschieden in dieser Ruine zu übernachten. Ich wusste natürlich da noch nicht dass es sehr sehr warm bleibt auch während der Nacht, da die Beton Mauern sehr  viel Hitze speichern 😀
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Dieses Skorpion fand ich an einem Morgen unter meinem Zelzt
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Unglaublich viele tite Kühe sind am Strassenrand anzutreffen. Der Geruch ist einzigartig…
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Schlafplatz
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Pyramieden von Karima
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Wasserstelle

Die Sandstürme und ich

Die ersten vier Nächte waren erstaunlich, es wehte eine Brise, ich stellte nur das Innenzelt auf, damit ich die Sterne sehen konnte. Danach wurde fast jede Nacht zu einem kleinen Alptraum. Als ich um 20:00 Uhr ins Bett ging, sah der Himmel immer völlig klar aus, aber gegen 23:00 Uhr begannen starke Winde aufzuziehen und ich befand mich mitten in einem großen Sturm. Es ist kein angenehmes Gefühl, einfach nur mitten im Nirgendwo zu sein, allein, fast vom Wind weggeblasen zu werden, aber was kann man tun? Ich hatte keine Angst, ich hatte alles unter Kontrolle. Ich lag wie ein Seestern in meinem Zelt, so dass das Zelt nicht abheben konnte. Es ist generell schwierig, ein Zelt in der Wüste aufzuschlagen. Der Sand hält die Zeltpflöcke nicht. Normalerweise hatte ich gehofft, dass der Sturm verschwinden würde, sobald die Sonne aufgeht. Leider geschah dies nur einmal. Die anderen beiden Male musste ich alles unter extrem windigen Bedingungen zusammenpacken. Alles lief gut, ich fühlte es nur auf dem Fahrrad ein wenig, dass ich überhaupt nicht geschlafen hatte. In diesen 6 Tagen habe ich insgesamt 650 Kilometer bei konstantem Gegenwind zurückgelegt. Am schlimmsten Tag hatte ich in den ersten 4 Stunden durchschnittlich 10 km/h, was einen an einem 9 bis 10-stündigen Radtour Tag ziemlich müde macht. Im Allgemeinen fühlt sich der Körper gut an und ich kann wirklich Gas geben. Allerdings achte ich immer darauf, viel Salz und Magnesium zu mir zu nehmen. Meinen Körper gut zu behandeln, wenn ich ihn so stark fordere, ist wichtig.

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Es war ziemlich sandig

Mein Geburtstag, Alexander und viele Geschichten.

Es war etwas ganz Besonderes, meinen Geburtstag im Sudan zu feiern. Sicherlich etwas, das nicht viele Europäer für sich beanspruchen können. Nach dem Scharia-Gesetz ist Alkohol strengstens verboten. Also, ich schätze, ich werde mein Geburtstagsbier einmal in Äthiopien trinken müssen.

Zander kommt aus Großbritannien, lebt derzeit in Johannesburg und radelt von Südafrika bis Alexandria. Ich wäre gerne mit ihm gefahren, hoffentlich können wir das in Zukunft irgendwann einmal tun. Es ist nicht so, dass ich mich einsam fühle, es ist einfach cool, manchmal einen Kumpel mit dir zu haben, der Geschichten erzählt, mit dem du kochen kannst oder einfach nur durch den Gegenwind drücken. Zander entschied sich spontan, einen zusätzlichen Tag zu bleiben, nur um meinen Geburtstag mit mir zu feiern. Wir hatten tolles Essen und viele interessante Gespräche.

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Geburtstags Essen
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Als Alex morgens um 5:30 los fuhr

 

Frau im Sudan

Ich glaube, es gibt einen großen Unterschied zu den Frauen, die ich in Ägypten getroffen habe. Hier scheinen Frauen viel offener zu sein. Sie sagen Hallo, lächeln, schütteln den Männern die Hand und sind nicht so von der männlichen Welt getrennt, wie es in Ägypten der Fall zu sein schien. Sie tragen auch bunte Kleider, und ich kann dir sagen: Es sieht wunderschön aus! Ich habe noch kein Foto gemacht. Ich fühle mich dabei immer irgendwie touristisch.

Kommunikation

Die meisten Leute können kaum Englisch, mein Arabisch ist wirklich nicht gut, aber mit Händen und Füßen gelingt es mir immer, das zu bekommen, was ich will. Normalerweise, wenn ich meine Mittagspause mache, bin ich von jungen Leuten umgeben. Ich habe herausgefunden, dass die meisten von ihnen super fussballinteressiert sind, also macht es immer Spaß, Spieler zu benennen und zu vergleichen. Am meisten werde ich immer gefragt: Ronaldo oder Messi? Ronaldo natürlich 😉

Damit es ein wenig einfacher geht, habe ich den Blog mit einer elektronischen Hilfe übersetzt.

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Die Pyramieden von Meroe

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Übersetzt mit www.DeepL.com/Translator

Sudan! 1200 km through the Sahara

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Hey Lukas, when you ride to Cape Town, won’t you need to cycle through Sudan? Yes, I do. Ohh… isn’t Sudan a super dangerous country? I got the question asked so many times. It seemed very weird, people telling me how dangerous Sudan was, but they have never actually been there. This happens in so many everyday situations, people thinking they know everything, just from listening to the news, reading journals or even better; someone else told them… Since my preparation time was quite extensive, around 1 year, I had to listen to so many “No Sayers”. Lukas you can’t do it, it’s too dangerous, too hot, too sandy, too unstable, too whatever. I felt like a lawyer, constantly defending myself. So, what now, I have arrived in Sudan, cycled 1200 kilometres across the Sahara during summer. Can’t say it wasn’t tough, or that I didn’t have really long days, or that I slept very well because of the storms at night. However, I was having the time of my life. What an amazing feeling just to be out there, independent from anything. No one has any clue where the hell you are, it is just quiet, the sky and especially the stars were breath-taking.  Mind-blowing, even for myself. This is what I had always been waiting for, the real adventure, my time to discover Africa has finally started!

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Sudan – My arrival

Sudan, until now the most hospitable country I have been to. Imagine, for the first 7 days I did not spend a single dollar on food… feels very special. It is crazy how different the people in Sudan are compared to Egypt. Sudanese people are way more relaxed. Every day, I get invited several times for coffee, tea and food. I feel really great cycling through Sudan. All the people give you thumbs up, they cheer you on and just want to make your stay as enjoyable as possible. One time I was standing at a water station, asking a guy where the next restaurant was. It took 3 minutes and I was sitting in his house eating lunch. People here really don’t have anything, poverty rate is high, but still their hospitality seems to be boundless.

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They gave me a bed to relax during my lunch break
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Lunch break on a praying carpet, people really care for my rest 😀
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Morning Coffee with some Truckdrivers

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I arrived with the ferry in Whadi Halfa on August 27th. I spent a wonderful night on the deck of the boat, watching the full moon all night long. The whole unloading process took forever, but I didn’t care, I have so much time for whatever, why should I stress myself. I had to show every single bag to the customs officer, they checked it through, but really didn’t go deep. It just took forever, and I hate unpacking my whole bicycle with so many items loaded. It is like I am missing 6 arms to do all the things I have to do at once. Due to political sanctions, no foreign credit card works in Sudan. Travelers know, always carry enough Dollars with you. The situation in Sudan is kind of special. To exchange money, you must do it on the black market, since the official rate is like 7 times lower. Right now, the rate is quite good, it is 1 to 40. Imagine the highest bill is a 50 Sudanese Pound one. Changing 100 dollars gives you a huge pile of bills that don’t fit in a normal wallet. It is illegal to exchange your dollars on the black market. I mean it’s obvious, that’s why it’s called black market in the first place, but still everyone does it. People will ask you on the boat, after you get through customs, or you just go to random stores around town, through some backroom door and an old guy will be sitting there with piles of bills and he will change your dollars too. The rate changes on a daily basis, so bargaining is possible.

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This is worth 40 dollars

Some of you might ask yourselves, how did I get a Visa for Sudan? It is super easy. I just wrote to the Sudanese Embassy in Geneva; Hey, I will be cycling from Zurich to Cape-town and I need to pass through Sudan, can I get a Visa? Yes, just send me your passport and 100$, you will get it back within 4 days. Worked great, perfect service! I got a Visa that gave me 2 months to enter the country and 2 months to stay inside, this provides a lot of flexibility.

Sudan has special regulations on taking pictures. In fact, it is just one rule: you are not allowed to take any pictures at all. People love if you take pictures of them, they even throw themselves in pose, but the government just doesn’t want that you take any pictures of some infrastructure stuff. I only got into trouble once. In Karima, where one guy became kind of furious by me walking around downtown taking pictures. Haha, I apologized, and it was good again.

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Don’t worry, he wasn’t freezing, it was still around 40 degrees 

After getting a local SIM card, changing my money and buying food and water for the next 4 days, I took off in the afternoon for my first night in the desert.

My way down

Since I had only 12 days’ time to reach Khartoum, the capital of Sudan, before my birthday, I was on a tight schedule. Cycling for 12 days sounds rough, but your body gets surprisingly fast used to it. Out of the 11 nights I slept 3 times in a filthy hotel, costs per night were around 4-6$ so I did not expect much, something I never do. If you have low expectations, you cannot get disappointed. I rather sleep out in the nature than in places where you don’t know when the bedsheets were washed for the last time. Is it maybe 5 months, or rather 10? It’s better not to know those things I guess. The only thing I really take care of is that I always have enough food, for at least 3 days, with me and enough water for 1 full day, which is around 12-14 litres. Carrying more water just gets too heavy. Along the Nile you could find a water station at least every 50km. The water has the most diverse colours, from light to dark brown to grey, whatever colour you want you can find it. I always tried to filter the water. Sometimes when a truck driver handed me an ice-cold bottle of water I was too lazy to filter it. In the Afternoon at around 14:00 I always started to wave down truck drivers with an empty bottle of water. Seriously, 95% always stopped and handed me over water, mostly cold, sometimes frozen or when I got lucky even a cold Coca Cola. When you only had hot ass water for the last couple of hours and someone hands you an ice-cold Coke, you feel like you were in heaven. The next hour just becomes so much more pleasurable then. I usually got up at 4:30, sometimes 5 if I was not feeling it quiet yet. the Sun goes up at 5:15 and it is getting hot quickly after that. I usually took a break from 11 to 14:30, because it was just too hot, and it would have been a massive waste of valuable water. However, it was not always easy to find a good shade.  I started seeking for a nice dune to camp behind at around 16:30, which gave me 1.5 hour to cook, set up the tent, and to put everything away again. I barely had any internet on the way until Atbara. I really enjoyed it and it was nice to just read in my book. 

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Seeking shade… not the best lunch break I have had, It was just blazing hot and it didn’t really have a lot of shade
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One of the best moments, when I got two frozen water bottles in the middle of nowhere by some truck driver

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It is rare that you find a place like this with a bed and no one around
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There was too much wind so I decided to sleep in this ruin… bad decision, it was  extremely hot all night long
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When I wanted to put away my tent, a scorpion suddenly rushed out from underneath my tent
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I really dont know why, but there are so many dead cows laying at the side of the rode
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Camping spot
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The Pyramids of Karima
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A waterstation

The Sandstorms and I 

The first four nights were amazing, there was a breeze going, I only had the inner tent pitched so that I could see the stars, and no clouds at all. Afterwards, almost every night became a little nightmare. When I went to sleep at 20:00, the sky always looked perfectly clear, but at around 23:00, strong winds started to pick up and I found myself in the middle of a big storm. It is not a pleasant feeling, just being out in the middle of nowhere, by yourself, almost blown away by the wind, but what can you do? I wasn’t scared, I had everything under control. I was laying in my tent like a starfish, so the tent could not take off. It is hard generally to pin down a tent in the desert. The sand doesn’t hold the tent pegs. I usually hoped the storm would go away once the sun goes up. Unfortunately, this happened only once. The other two times I had to pack everything together under extremely windy conditions. Everything went well, I just felt it on the bike a bit that I had not sleep at all. During those 6 days, I did a total of 650 kilometres with constant headwinds. On the worst day I had an average of 10 km/h during the first 4 hours, which makes you quite tired on a 9 to 10 hour cycling day. In general, body feels great and I can really push. However, I always check to eat a lot of salt and magnesium. Treating my body well if I am putting so much pressure on it is essential.

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Yes, it was quite sandy…

My birthday, Alexander and lots of stories

It felt quite special to celebrate my birthday in Sudan. Surely something not a lot of Europeans can claim for themselves. Due to Sharia law, alcohol is strictly prohibited. So, I guess I will have to drink my birthday beer once in Ethiopia.

Zander is from the UK, currently living in Johannesburg and cycling from South Africa all the way up to Alexandria. I would have loved to cycle with him, hopefully we will be able to do that in the future sometime. It is not that I feel lonely, it is just cool sometimes to have a buddy with you to share stories, cook together or just to push through the headwind. Zander spontaneously decided to stay an additional day just for celebrating my birthday with me. We had great food and lots of interesting talks.

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Birthday Dinner with Alexander
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When Alex left at 5:30 in the morning, heading towards Egypt

Woman in Sudan

I feel there is a huge difference to the women I met in Egypt. Here, women seem to be way more open. They say hello, smile, shake hands with men, and are not as separated from the male world as it seemed to be the case in Egypt. They also wear colourful dresses and I can tell you: It looks beautiful! I have not taken any picture yet. I always feel kind of touristy doing that. 

Communication

Most people barely know any English, my Arabic is really not good but with hands and feet I always manage to get what I want. Usually when I do my lunch break I am surrounded by young guys. I figured out most of them are super into football, so it’s always fun to just name players and compare them. Most favourite one I always get asked is: Ronaldo or Messi? Ronaldo of course 😉

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The Pyramids of Meroe

Luxor, my daily struggles with the kids and decisions to make

First, let me start with the good stuff. Luxor was the great capital of upper Egypt during the new Kingdom (16th-11th century BC). The valley of the kings, with the beautiful Luxor Temple right in the middle of the city as well as the astonishing Karnak temple, is close to it.

While in Luxor, you are definitely in the biggest outdoor museum on earth. With it comes tourism. I was told that before the revolution in 2011, it wasn’t as bad as today, but since fewer tourists visit the city nowadays, some locals try as hard as they can to get as much money as possible out of the remaining tourists. That made me feel really uncomfortable. Of course, in the end it is like 1% of the local population that gives you a hard time, which is a sad story, but it changed my whole attitude towards Egypt for some time. I just wanted to get out of this place because I literally felt like a walking ATM. Every time I had to pay something I had to be careful to get enough money back. Sometimes paying a meal, which was 35 Egyptian pounds, with a 200 pounds bill and only getting back 65 Egyptian pounds. This happened to me on numerous occasions and I just got really tired of it. I lost the whole trust in anyone just because of the few. I hate the feeling of getting ripped off every time I need to use money. Luckily the people in Aswan were friendlier again.

My way from Luxor to Aswan

I left Luxor at 05:00am to get a head start before the sun goes up. I don’t know if little boys in Egypt don’t need any sleep, but they started following me as soon as I had left the hostel. They were screaming and shouting at me, laughing about their jokes, which I didn’t understand and kept asking for money. I truly thought this would not start until Ethiopia… I always tried to be friendly, denying that I had money and pointed at my mean of transportation. Guys, I am riding a bicycle, I really don’t have any money. Some just turned around and left, others were saying Fuck You while they disappeared. Others tried to push me off my bicycle, and the most common thing was to throw stones at me whenever I told them that I didn’t have any money. I know they are kids, but if that happens during the whole day, and I am spending a lot of time on the bicycle, it can become really tiring. It is hard to switch from super happy mode, to being angry and back again to smile at people because everyone is waving at you. I guess that is also part of the experience of the way I travel. It’s tough on the mind but also a big learning. I will have many encounters with people in the future who might not like me, where they will try to put stones in my way, causing me to fall. However, I guess that’s part of life and I am in the process of learning how to deal with it. The physical challenge of my trip is way smaller than the mental one. The sad story is that 99 people can be very nice, and just one encounter can destroy how the other 99 have treated you. So, I am really focusing now not to get disturbed by the one that tries to do bad things to me, and rather enjoy how the other 99 brought happiness into my day. I am highly enjoying my trip, and no one said it would be easy. If I learn to accept everything they way it is, since I can’t change it anyway, I think I can benefit a lot from this trip. This is also an initial thought of why I want to do this trip. I have so much time to work on myself every day, so I might as well take advantage of it to look at everything in a positive way in order to strengthen my thinking and my mindset.

The beginning of Eid Mubarak

Eid al Adha is also called the Festival of Sacrifice and lasts for 4 days. As usual I went to sleep at 8:00pm to be ready at 04:00am again to leave. It is nothing special if the honking of cars, motorcycles and tuctuc’s goes on all night long. Even to the chant of the muezzin at 04:30am I got used to. Hitting the road again along the Nile towards Aswan, I was able to experience the holiest day of the whole Muslim calendar on my bicycle, cycling from one town through another. Before 05:30am the roads were very empty, and it was amazing to see the sun rise over the mountains in the background. Then suddenly people started to come out of their houses and walked along the road to the praying field. I think the reason for them to pray on large fields on that day is because mosques are not large enough to fit everyone inside. All the men and boys were walking together, wearing their Thawb or Thobe and everyone looked really nice. All the women and girls did their own thing, usually gathering in front of a bigger building, I guess it was a mosque as well to do their prayers. At 06:00am the praying started, it looked amazing all the men being lined up and praying together. Out of respect towards them, I did not take any pictures. After the praying was over, people moved back to their houses again. From then on, the slaughtering of sheep and cows started. I was passed by many cars and motorcycled loaded with animals. All along the road I saw the men butchering the animal, and the wives cleaning its entrails. I didn’t see what they were doing with it afterwards, I guess they ate it, but the skin and some entrails of the animals are still, as of now, laying all around Elephant Island, where my guesthouse is. The smell of rotten animal skin is not pleasurable at all. Nothing for a weak stomach. Nevertheless, it was amazing for me to experience this procedure on my bicycle. See, if you travel slow, you can experience so much more just by pedalling through the towns.

Decisions

Daily I need to make decisions, sometimes it’s easier, sometimes it’s not. While arriving in Aswan on Tuesday, I had to decide whether to wait until Sunday to take the ferry to Whadi Halfa, or to cycle to Abu Simbel on Thursday and take the Ferry from there. Taking the ferry from Abu Simbel would have meant to cycle 300km through the desert with barely any shops, but I kind of wanted to move on, I already relaxed a lot in Egypt and I felt bored waiting till Sunday again. However, I have decided to take the ferry from Aswan on Sunday, I heard it is a beautiful journey along one of the biggest artificial lakes on earth, called lake Nasser. It was the right decision, I needed some time to talk to my family since my grandmother peacefully passed away at the age of 95 last Thursday. For you it sounds like an easy decision, but Inreally had a sleepless night because of it, haha, but talking to my Mom always helps. I don’t think I could do all of that without my Mom and Dad as well as my brother at home, supporting me whenever I need it.

Taking a swim in the Nile, such a nice refreshment!

„Cycling“ around Aswan

Outlook

The ferry will approximately take 22 hours, until I arrive in Whadi Halfa. From there I will have only desert until Khartoum where I will hopefully arrive before my birthday. It is around 1200 km, and I am planning to do it in 11 days. I guess around 90% of the time I will be wild camping in the desert, but I heard from other cyclists that Sudan is amazing for that and that its people would be very very welcoming and friendly. As you might now, for my fundraising project I am sending out postcards. It will be interesting to see if I will be able to send postcards out of Sudan. Some people that live there even told me there is no Post service in Sudan. I really hope there is one, since sooo many people have already ordered postcards from Sudan and I am looking forward to writing them.

My boat to Sudan

Through the desert to the Red Sea and back to the Nile again

Leaving Cairo

After staying three days in the second biggest city of Africa (after Lagos, Nigeria), it was time for me to head out to the unknown, the desert and the heat. I had been told that getting out of Cairo was no fun, but I didn’t imagine it to be that crazy. It took me over an hour to get out of downtown. The streets were filled with thousands of cars. Nasty exhaust emissions made breathing unpleasant and above all the heat was grilling me again. Nevertheless, I kind of liked this craziness. It’s something you don’t experience in many places and super hectic cities have their charm as well. Riding into Ho Chi Ming City or through India taught me a lot of how to adapt to disorderly traffic but it is still quite different with a bicycle since absolutely everyone passes you. My GPS had its difficulties with Cairo as well, sometimes leading me through one-way streets where people weren’t that happy about. Since I did not know how long it would take me to ride through the desert to the Red Sea and if there would be any possibility along the way to get any water, I took 12 litres of water with me and food for 4 days. My bike has never been that heavy before and it took me some time to get used to it. After overcoming the whole city hustle, the road was surprisingly good. What I realized is that Egypt is investing a lot of money into its infrastructure. Many locals who I have talked to have confirmed this to me. As the governmental institutions provides stability, it has become more attractive for investors to invest again. A whole new city is being built outside of Cairo because there are too many people living downtown which is running at capacity. So, for many kilometres I was passing construction zones, where thousands of new apartments are being built. I have now done almost 850 kilometres through Egypt and the roads have all been very good so far.

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Country Facts

Egypt still suffers from the image displayed in the media all around the world. Since the revolution in 2011, tourism is slowly picking up again, but most people still think it’s dangerous to travel to Egypt. It is crazy how the media can have a lasting negative impact on the reputation of a whole country. It hurts my heart to see how reality is and how people back in Europe think about Egypt. I get asked every day, isn’t it dangerous, aren’t you scared? what is if….?!

All the time people come up to me, shaking my hand, saying “welcome to Egypt”. I have been invited dozens of times for coffee, tea and food. If I need water along the road, cars and trucks would immediately stop to provide me with it. I have had multiple police escorts, following me for hundreds of kilometres just for my own protection. Egypt is highly concerned with providing stability and protection to its own people and tourists. There has not been one minute here in which I have felt uncomfortable or unsafe.

People here live from hand to mouth. To survive, the people have to spend all of the little salary they earn. There is not much room for savings. Despite this, it happened to me many times that I was not allowed to pay for what I had purchased, the only response I got was welcome to Egypt. The culture and people I can experience here is so welcoming and warm-hearted that I wish more people could experience what I can now!

Economic facts

Against the Euro, the Egyptian pound has strongly decreased in value, many products lost their government subsidies. It used to be that one litre of diesel would cost one pound, now it is five times more. This affects almost everything the local people buy, since transportation costs have significantly increased. The population is going through some rough times now, even though a lot of money is being invested. In the end, what matters most to people is what they have left in their pockets and that’s predominantly less than a couple of years ago.

For me it is always enlightening to get in touch with local people and hear their personal stories and their thoughts on the country’s economic, political and cultural development. Egypt’s population has over the last decade grown by 20 million people to almost 100 million. That fact impressed me a lot.

My Journey along the coast

Riding the first kilometres through a desert was truly special for me. Isn’t it crazy, I am already here now, crossing one of the hottest places on earth just by bicycle. I now understand why they call the Egyptian summer the OFF season for cycling tourism. Who would want to cycle in that heat? I guess I am kind of crazy, but I always think that there have been people doing it before me, it’s nothing special, just drink enough water and protect yourself from the sun.

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Doing a break in the shade through lunch, I was just wearing the mask so not all the flies would crawl into my mouth when I sleep

Additionally, it is not like I had many other choices than leaving during the summer. There are still many hot days ahead of me since I follow the sun down, so it’s better to get used to it rather sooner than later. The first night I decided to sleep somewhere close to the road in the desert. The distance to the next town was just too large for one day and it was already getting dark at 18:30. I found a nice, quiet spot behind a sand dune around 100 km out of Cairo. I have always waited for that moment, just to sleep somewhere in the desert all by myself in a mystic atmosphere. However, I need to admit it felt weird to me as well. My thoughts were wandering around, thinking about a lot of things one could worry about. I told Teresie about my feelings. Teresie is a young power-woman traveling home to Norway from South Africa by bicycle on her “low carbon journey”, and she told me not to worry, just to be cautious. She told me that in every single moment in which I have worrisome feelings I would waste too much energy instead of simply enjoying the moment. I highly appreciate her words and it really helps to talk to people who have experienced similar feelings and events but are already a step ahead of me. Follow her on Instagram (Teresiehommersand), she shares amazing stories and I love reading about her adventures.

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My tent is in the lower right corner
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Pasta Time
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I had to get up early, it is just too hot to stay inside the tent as soon as the sun raises (5:00 AM)

Back on the bike, the road along the coast was rather flat and always with a slight breeze going. On one day I had planned to do a 105 km stretch to a police checkpoint where I wanted to spend the night. It is common for cyclists riding through Egypt to stay at Police checkpoints for the night. What happened that day came unexpected. I arrived at the checkpoint at 11:45, asking myself what should I do now? I didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon at a boring checkpoint, but the next town (Hurghada) was still 160 km away, but with the wind on my side I thought it might be possible. I had to wait for over an hour at the checkpoint, until they organized a police escort to follow me. I knew that at this checkpoint they usually do this, so nothing to worry about. Arriving in Hurghada at 18:15, I had done 260 km in just one day, with a total riding time of almost 9 hours, this meant an average of almost 30km an hour which is crazy. I was super lucky to benefit from the strong north wind. That day the wind was on my side. I don’t want to imagine what a torture it would have been if the wind had blown from south. This record will probably not be broken again, with a 60kg bicycle it seems highly unlikely to come anywhere close to those numbers again in the future.

I have spent a total of 10 days in both Hurghada and Safaga, doing 6 dives in the beautiful aquarium of the Red Sea and just kind of slowing down my pace.

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With the water temperature being 30 degrees, a short wetsuit is enough

I have been on the road for more than 55 days and always traveling to new places can be tiring as well. I also fought some stomach issues for around 5 days, running to the toilet on an hourly basis. This weakens the body, I had to sleep a lot and didn’t feel like continuing to cycle. I have the time, so I can also give my body the rest it needs. Having diarrhoea on the road can be super stressful, and it only happened to me once now that I had to ask a man sitting in front of his house to use his toilet. This was in Hurghada and of course I cannot just poop somewhere in front of a house in the middle of a city… I almost did it though hahaha, this older man was literally my “lender of last resort”.

The small world we live in

I was just about to head to my room when I greeted three guys sitting at the bar of my hotel. It turned out that one of them, Sebastian, lives around 10km away from my home town, we went to the same high-school and had the same teachers, he is just 10 years older than me. For 4 days we shared a hotel room together and it was nice to speak some Swiss-German again.

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Met as strangers, left as friends!

Sebastian is an amazing guy with a super positive mindset and a very open-minded personality. Inviting me to stay in his room is certainly no matter of course and I highly appreciated it. We had a super interesting time together, meeting amazing local people like Nesar, Gamal, Ahmed or Alaa.

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Being at a place for more than just a couple of days makes it possible to dive deeper into the culture and the way of living of the locals. Whenever I spend a long time at the same place, it becomes harder to leave again. Also, I started becoming comfortable with laying around all day long. So, it was time to tackle my next stage from Safaga to Qena, a 160km stretch from the Red Sea back to the Nile through the desert. I planned to do it in one day, leaving Safaga at 5am. The earlier I leave, the easier it is to tackle some distance without being roasted.

Finding my own limits on the way back to the Nile

 

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The sign of an early morning

I have no problem with getting up early, I just really don’t like it. Leaving at 5:00 AM to Qena was the earliest I have done so far, and it turned out to be a smart move. I knew I had to climb a mountain range right after Safaga to get back to the mainland but doing around 1000 meters of altitude in the first 30km of a 160km stretch can be very energy consuming.

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Finally, I left the mountains behind me

At 11:00 AM I had already drunk 8 litres of water, and the later it got, the harder it became to drink. The water temperature in my bottles raised to a point where it almost burned my throat when I drank. This made it really hard to stay hydrated. After 13:00 the temperature reached its highest point, at around 45 degrees Celsius. After spending already more than 8 hours on the bicycle, my lungs started to hurt because of the hot air. I have never experienced that before, but it is for sure nothing I wish anyone to experience. During the whole ride, I was followed by the police. It is very annoying having a car driving right behind you for hours and hours. Luckily there were no places to do breaks, so I just rode through, but it’s even more annoying if they are next to you when you do a break. Unfortunately, I had to do an additional 30km detour from one road to the other just to buy some water. I didn’t know that it was that far, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. I got to a point where I didn’t feel comfortable anymore, having done 150km already I checked the GPS to see how much further I needed to go. 40 additional kilometres were just too much, and with the Police begging me since 10 o’clock in the morning to pick up my bike and drive me to Qena, didn’t help much either. For my own physical safety, since I didn’t want to spend the night in the hospital, I decided to hitch a ride with the police for 30 kilometres. For the last 10km I hoped on the bike again. I guess these were the slowest 10 kilometres of my life haha! I got to the hotel at 17:30, checked in, got some food, called my mom to tell her that everything was OK, and went straight to sleep. I got a solid 11 hours of deep sleep, which I needed if I wanted to ride to Luxor the next day. This was the closest I got to my physical limits so far, I was fine mentally but my body just couldn’t go any further. I wouldn’t have done the stretch in one day if I knew that I had to do 190km.

The next morning, as I got out of the hotel, the police was already waiting to escort me. I am now spending a couple of days in Luxor, visit some sights and just rest a bit.

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With the police following me in the back. There would be no need for this since it is very safe. The Police just wants to make 100% sure that I get through Egypt safe.

Radio and Podcast interviews

I have now already had 2 interviews with Radio Sunshine (Click Here) and I had the honour to be the guest in the Unsportli.ch Podcast. Check it out here: HERE. Those interviews are a great chance for me to bring you my trip a little bit closer. If you have any questions about my trip, feel more than welcome to send me a message!

People I met along the road

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I get invited for coffee or tee on a daily basis, and everyone is always very kind
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Heidi, a retired nurse from Zurich, who has been living in Hurghada for many years
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Buying fruits is something I missed in the desert

 

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I meet many truck drivers along the road who are cooking, like this one here. Very nice guys, most offer me to eat with them

Welcome to Africa

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Final kilometres to Athens

The closer I got to Athens, the more excited I became. The days were long, hot, and I’ve had some serious issues with my butt for the last 10 days. So, I was really looking forward to getting to Athens to treat it and give it time to recover. On both sides of my cheeks I had inflamed spots, that made riding seven to nine hours a day really tough. I did a detour to the island of Rovies, which has a beautiful costal line as well as country side, but it turned out to be hillier than I thought.

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Back to the mainland of Greece, right before Athens

On my last day before arriving in Athens I got caught up in a big thunderstorm and sought shelter in a warehouse filled with beer and soda. Unfortunately, I still had 40 km to go, that meant no beer for me yet. The guys running the warehouse were very friendly and provided me with water until I couldn’t drink anymore.

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Thanks for the shelter guys!

I was glad that after an hour of heavy rain, I was finally able to hit the road again. People keep asking me what I do when I need to do number one or two. I highly enjoy doing it somewhere in the nature. At least then I don’t need to worry about how dirty the restroom might be.

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My camping spot in Rovies. It’s beautiful to spend the night next to the sea when you can listen to the waves all night long

Riding into a big city is usually pretty stressful, cars, motorcycles and reckless drivers. Ten kilometres away from downtown, I was able to pick up a cardboard box to ship my bike. I wrote a few e-mails to bicycle shops around 2 weeks ago and Serkosbikes immediately replied me and offered me a box for free. So, I got that settled. However, I tend to be uneasy until I have everything prepared. Taking the bike apart was straightforward, like always if you take stuff apart you believe that it makes sense the way it is assembled. Putting the bike together again needed some more braincells, haha. First, I didn’t believe that the whole bike would fit into the box, since I was told that I should only take off the front wheel. However, it all worked fine until I had to take off the pedals. My mini 22 tools broke while taking them off. I then had to walk for a about a kilometre with half a bike and everyone kind of looked at me like I were a thief. The bike shop was in the middle of a market, so I was able to get the pedals taken off, some extra Allen® keys and pliers. 

Athens

Personally, I enjoyed Athens. The Acropolis is not that spectacular because there is a lot of construction going on and there is not that much left of it anyways. It looks way better from far away. What I really enjoyed about Athens were the many cosy restaurants and bars. The food was amazing, and I definitely regained some kilos, Gyros for breakfast was just too delicious. I also needed a lot of rest. I had to catch up so much sleep. The first two days I was constantly tired.  

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The Acrapolis

 

What did I do during my 7 day stay? I slept a lot, walked around the city, did some sightseeing, went to a close by beach and lake but what I probably did most was eating. It also rained very hard a couple of times, which I guess is unusual for that area during the summer months. 

On one evening I also met Markus, the cyclist I had met three weeks ago in Croatia. While he was checking in at his Hotel, his whole bike was stolen with all his equipment. How sad is this, who would do such a terrible thing? I am very glad that everything went well for me up to now. However, this incidence makes me even more careful when it comes to the question of where to park my bike. For sure, I always lock it to a pole or tree if I can.

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I replaced my bicycle in Athens

The closer I got to the departure date, the more I started to realize that I will soon be doing my first steps on African soil. What a feeling! However, the uncertainty of the unknown also made me kind of nervous. When all my stuff was packed I thought I was doing just fine with the weight, didn’t seem to be too much. I could take two 23kg bags as a free allowance. Once arriving at the airport, I had the chance to weigh all my stuff. The scale stopped at 60kg, which was a little bit too much… What should I do now? I tried to put as much as I could into my hand luggage, since airport staff almost never checks that. Nevertheless, the bicycle box alone was 5 kilograms too heavy. I guess with a friendly, innocent smile and telling the check-in lady that the bicycle is only 23.5 kg, I got through everything without paying any extra money. Still can’t believe it, but somehow it worked out well! 

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Leaving Athens with all my gear packed up. The 60 kilograms at the Checkin surprised me as well

Arrival in Cairo

My flight was 2 hours delayed, the line at the customs was extremely long and once I got to the front, the officer barely looked at me. As usual they always try to act super serious, either they are very bored, or they are just never in the mood to smile. He asked me where I was coming from, I am like dude, you are holding my passport, what do you think??? Of course, I didn’t say that. He still didn’t like me and told me to wait aside. So, I waited and waited for at least 20 minutes until another guy showed up and asked to follow him to a small office. I was asked a lot of questions; what are you doing back home, why are you in Egypt, for how long, do you have friends here, are you Muslim, why do you wear such a big beard, is your purpose of the trip really traveling and not working? It all seemed kind of ridiculous, and in the end the other guy sitting in the room told me that there was some confusion with my name. I guess Lukas Caesar Steiner does not look as Arabic as my appearance…that confused them. In the end they let me go. Luckily my bike and the bags survived the trip without any damages. To get from the airport to downtown I thought to be super smart and order an Uber, however, it turned out that I got super unlucky and I got like the smallest Uber ever. Of course, my luggage didn’t fit in and I had to take a regular taxi downtown, with the bike being placed on top of the roof. Finally arriving at the Hostel, 4 hours after I had planned, I walked up to the elevator and saw a sign attached saying: Out of service. As you can imagine it was very enjoyable to carry three heavy bags up to the fifth floor.

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Finally, with the second taxi it worked out fine

Cairo itself is very hectic, a lot of traffic, honking and people everywhere. Nothing seems to be organized but it still works. I felt comfortable right away, those are the places that I enjoy most. The bigger the difference to Switzerland the better. The food here is amazing too. It is about time for me to hit the road again, otherwise I will soon need some bigger pants. I will head towards the coast of the Red Sea on Sunday morning. it is roughly a 130 km ride to the coast, and I don’t think I want to push it too hard on my first day after the break. I need to get used to sleeping everywhere, all by myself in a country I totally don’t know. It is not as easy as I thought it would be and it needs some time to get over the worrisome feelings. I will sleep somewhere along the road in the desert on Sunday, but since there is nothing out there it is my only option. I will take around 15 litres of water with me as well as 2 kg of food, so it should all be fine. Temperature is around 38 degrees Celsius with a slight breeze going here in Cairo. I am still not sure if I should take the desert road to the Red Sea, or if I should cycle along the Nile. Along the Nile is a very busy road, lots of opportunities to get water, food and shelter, however most cyclists are also escorted by the police on the whole stretch. The desert between Cairo and the Red sea will be very hot (40-45 degrees), as well as no villages and people. I think I will escape the busy road, head towards the coast and do some scuba diving in Hurghada. It is supposed to be one of the nicest diving spots worldwide, and I have time so why not. The people here are highly welcoming, and I feel very safe. Of course, as always in the big cities, many people try to get to your money, that’s why I love traveling on a bicycle, so I have the chance to meet the people outside the big cities.

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It’s pretty impressive to finally see the Pyramids live, and not in some Asterix and Obelix movie

 

Fundraising for Green Ethiopia

Until now, more than 2,000$ have been donated. Seriously, you guys are great. Every day I get so many warm-hearted messages, which really pushes me. It is such a nice feeling to know that people at home care about what I am doing here and that they enjoy reading my stories. As of now I have already written more than 10 post cards, and there are hopefully many more to come. Some people even ordered a post card from every African country I will travel through. I love writing them and I would be more than happy to write a post card to you as well!! You will find all the information about Green Ethiopia and what 100% of the money will be used for HERE:

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This picture was taken before my departure when I met my former Professor at the University of St. Gallen, Mr. Pfister, managing director of the foundation Green Ethiopia. 

Shoutout to Albania, long days and my next stop Cairo

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The last 7 days were incredible. As soon as I entered Albanian territory I sensed a warm, welcoming and super friendly culture. People never stop waving at me throughout my ride across the country. Kids were running after me, everyone smiled and it felt like I was returning home from a championship. I was randomly invited for lunch while climbing up a hill, people offered me fruits and nuts as well as water along the way. Nevertheless, it seems like Albania is around 30 years behind. The roads are in bad condition, many potholes, many unfinished houses, people on wagons pulled by horses and donkeys, you rarely see a tractor.

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It also seemed like many clothes donated to charitable organizations are worn down there. I saw a guy walking around in sweaters saying, “Squash Club Uster”, a local sports club of the region I live in Switzerland. People in Albania don’t have a lot. Everything, except gasoline, is very cheap. However, a surprisingly large number of people drive a Mercedes. Seems to be a highly valued status symbol in Albania. You can also find a car washing place every 50 metres in a town and people spend hours cleaning their cars. Until now, Albania was my favourite country to cycle through.

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Long Days

There are just like at the Tour de France longer and shorter stages. Let me take you through my longest day so far. I camped in Kashar, a town close to Tirana, the capital of Albania. I got up at 6:00am, and with a small breakfast, it takes me around one hour to get ready for the ride. I still didn’t know how far I wanted to ride on that day but generally getting up early is advisable because then you can invest more hours of the day to get kilometres done. I left the campsite at 7:15am and headed towards lake Ohrid, which is situated in the western part of Albania. At 10:00am I was already dying from the heat. My average speed was 12km per hour and I just didn’t feel like cycling at all. I had already changed my music a couple of times and podcasts or audiobooks didn’t help much either. While climbing up a street towards a mountain pass, a guy shouted at me waving me over. Not motivated at all I was an easy target to catch. He was fluent in English and just out of nowhere invited me for lunch.

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Sokol and his friend who invited me for lunch

I asked him about the road, which I was about to take and he shook his head and told me: “This is the old highway, it is long, steep and you are going to suffer with the current heat. It is better for you to take the new highway. There will be a tunnel at the beginning but this shouldn’t be a problem since local people drive carefully due to the installed security cameras and the police won’t care.” It was an easy decision for me, having a highway that only runs downward, or 600 meters of altitude to climb at lunchtime. Heading towards the tunnel a guy in an orange vest started shouting at me, STOP! I went over and told him with the innocence of a tourist that my GPS was leading me this way, pointing at the tunnel. He shook his head and told me that I needed to talk to his boss. It was clear from the beginning that the boss had no intention to talk with me whatsoever. He just pointed to a pickup truck indicating that I should load my bike on it. Super cool, I thought. I was about to be escorted through the tunnel.

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With a pedalling time of 9 hours and 15 minutes, 145 kilometres and a little more than 2000 climbed meters that was clearly the longest and toughest day I had so far but it felt great.

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My favourite road signs along the way… can be even better with more than 10% climbs

You might think now why am I doing this to me. I guess that’s just what I love to do, challenging myself every day, see where my limits are and push it even more when my mind thinks I can’t anymore. If you believe now that I am rushing through a country, please don’t forget that I am on a 50kg bicycle with an average speed of 15km/h. In my opinion rushing looks quite differently 😉

People I met along the road

Gioia and her Husband are walking from Milan to Athens.

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Hampe and Andrej, two great guys from Aargau Switzerland spend their summer vacation every year together traveling around in their customized off-road Nissan seeking for adventurous roads and hidden places. The moment they passed me I started shouting and waving at them. They saw it and pulled over. Right away they offered me some cold water from their fridge and we talked for about 20 minutes.

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Albania – Greece border crossing

My GPS suggested me a route, off the main roads, passing through small villages towards the Greece border. I asked three people before I took off if that road would be good. They all nodded and told me that I would be fine. I guess they have never been on that road, there wasn’t even a real road and I had to push my bike over the mountain to the other side, through a lot of sand and rocks. I was literally in the middle of nowhere, crossing a border with no border patrol, not even on an actual street. It sometimes feels like I am hiding something haha. Soon after passing the first town after the border the Police pulled me over and checked my identity. First, they didn’t believe that I came all the way from Switzerland but I think after I showed them my tan line, they realized that I had been on the road for some time (34 days today).

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It is a good road, they said

 

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The Greece border patrol at the Albanian border wanted to take a selfie

Wild camping Greece

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My wild-camping spot

In the northern part of Greece there are no campsites at all and barely any tourists. Either I sleep in the front yards of people’s houses or I find some hidden spot to pitch my tent. I decided for the second option. I found a nice and quiet spot close to a river. Nevertheless, I have to admit that just camping somewhere by yourself, all alone in a foreign country feels kind of weird sometimes. Every crack and noise could be something. Yes, there are those times where I wish someone would be with me.

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Luckily, I only saw these signs the day after, which would have given me something more to worry about

 

Tomorrow I will head towards the Island of Istiea and I plan to arrive in Athens by Friday. Today is my day off and I will hike up the beautiful mountains of Meteora for to enjoy the sunset. Once I will arrive in Athens I will need to disassemble my bike and to put everything in a cardboard box to fly it over to Cairo. I am not very excited about this, but since there is no ferry running anymore, it’s the only way to get to Cairo.

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Ups and downs

It is a solid 2 weeks and another 1000 kilometres since my last update. During that time, I mainly cycled in Croatia, passing through cities like Rijeka, Zadar, Split, Makarska and Dubvronik. I was able to experience all of the Croatian elimination games while being in Croatia. The atmosphere was stunning! This was the first time I was in a country while its football team was playing the world cup final.

The most beautiful campingspot I had so far

The scenery along the coast is breath-taking. However, there is simply too much traffic, as the summer vacation have started everywhere. You could also call it the road to heaven…  as the number of gravestones I saw along the coastal road is just crazy. Most of them had a motorcycle engraved and the victims aged from 20 to 35. To all bikers out there: Please be careful on your bikes this summer.

Along the road you also find a terrible number of dead animals which got hit by a car. It’s especially rough for me in the mornings. The smell of decomposition makes you want to throw up.

I am really excited to move on towards the country side, staying off the highways. I have already been lucky a couple of times not to get hit by a reckless truck, bus or car driver. I will leave the coast tomorrow, heading towards Tirana, the capital of Albania and from there further up to the lake Ohrid.

Literally, there were many up and downs along the coast. It’s bumpier than I thought it would be and on average I needed to climb around 1200 meters on a 100km ride. Mentally, there have also been a few ups and downs already. There are those hours where I just ask myself, why am I doing this?

“Streets” where I need to push my bike up, this was somewhere in Croatia

There are thousands of kilometres left to go, and the heat just keeps grilling me every single day. Just to make things clear: I am NOT thinking about quitting, not at all! It’s more like damn, there lie so many more tough days in the saddle ahead of me. However, these thoughts usually don’t last long. I just have to change the music, the podcast, or simply the direction of my thoughts. I am fortunate to do what I am doing, so why would I want it to change? (maybe sometimes a motorcycle would be nice). If you ask yourself what kind of music, podcast, audiobook I listen to right now, here is a list:

Music: Nick, a friend of mine gave me all his DJ tunes, mostly house and hip-hop. What I also really enjoy is the Spotify playlist “songs to sing in the shower”. People sometimes look at me while I am singing on the bike, but who cares?!

Podcasts:

-“unsportlich“, this is a podcast a friend of mine produces weekly about sports news all around the world. It keeps me up to date and it’s good to hear some nice Zurich dialect every once in a while

-The Economist & McKinsey to listen to some business and economic stuff

NZZ: 9 Zürcher, 9 Chreis

Audiobooks:

– the 12 Rules for Life, which is a pretty exhausting book to listen to, that’s why I mostly avoid it.

-Extreme Ownership: good book to learn more about yourself and your mental/physical abilities

-Towers of earth, Ken Follet: really interesting book to listen to, it is like a movie playing in my head

Books:

-Thinking fast and slow by Daniel Kahneman

Until now, almost everything with the bike went well. No flat tires yet, no crashes, no broken spokes whatsoever. The bike is just too heavy for the bike stand. The screws broke, so I had to get new ones from a local shop. I just got around 10 extra, because it’s probably going to happen again. Unfortunately, when the bike stand collapsed, it snapped the cable of my odometer in half. I was surprised by my craftsman skills but with some duct tape and a knife I managed to connect them again. The cable is a fair bit shorter now, but works again, wuhu!

People of the hostel in Dubvronik looked at me like I am some crazy dude

Material wise the only part of my equipment I sent home so far were my travel boots. I don’t regret it, just unnecessary weight and I already have too much of that. I will check everything again once I am in Athens. I might send home additional stuff I didn’t use.

Before I took off, many people asked me why I do it alone. I usually replied that I will never be alone. So yesterday while I was enjoying a break along the road in Montenegro, Markus showed up. He is a German teacher who cycles from Hannover to Athens in around a month. His average stage is about 150 km per day which is way more than mine. Since I have time, I don’t need to hurry that much. I enjoyed very much having a cycling partner for the day, he really pushed me. Another story happened right after that. I went to the campground and a random guy named Oliver walked right up to me asking if I was Swiss. The guard at the entrance had told him that a second Swiss guy on a bike had arrived earlier that day. Oliver is travelling through eastern Europe with his Nissan Micra, doing skydives and paragliding wherever he can. You can follow him here. By the way, he is a close friend of a good military buddy of mine. See, you meet so many interesting people along the road and the world is actually a lot smaller than we think it is.

With Markus from Germany

Physically I am doing good, my knee pain has gone. I just feel the knee for roughly one day after a break if I push it a bit too hard. However, I do have some issues with my butt now. I think some hair grew backwards and it makes it uncomfortable for me to sit on it for 7 to 8 hours per day. l am looking forward to getting some scarf-skin on my butt.

Regarding weather, I only had sunny days until now. Sometimes it rained during the night, but other than that the sun just keeps roasting me like a chicken every day. Still, I can’t complain since it will only become hotter and hotter the further south I go.

I have now booked my flight from Athens to Cairo. It will be on the second of August. I can’t wait for the Africa adventure to start. Europe is nice and easy to travel but too organized for my taste. It could be a bit more challenging sometimes but I think I will have enough of that once I arrive on Africa soil.