Bicycle travel websites
A list of bicycle travel websites.
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The Central museum was a step back into the period of grand colonial architecture.
Combined with an eclectic range of exhibits, we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.
Jaipur is gorgeous, and lively! With its Moghul palaces and terracotta coloured architecture, its become a favourite destination for Indian tourists. The shopkeepers know this and their hole in the wall stores are an Aladdin’s cave of silk fabric, carpets and intricate handicrafts.
As for the touts, they ignored us. They probably (rightly!) figured, “those two dirtbag cyclists, they won’t be willing to splash out on a silk sari.”
A photo gallery of temple architecture in the Kathmandu valley. In the West, these refined statues and carvings would be locked away in a museum, but not here!
Moroccan buildings blend in with the scenery to form an Arabic fairy tale landscape. At times we wondered if it was real or just a Hollywood film décor.
A photo gallery of cycling through Southern Morocco. The country has some of the most stunning landscapes in the world. Combined with gorgeous architecture and hospitable people, it’s a winning combination.
Evenings in the Djemaa El Fna, are pure street theatre wherein everyone has a role. Musicians play, snake-charmers entertain while restaurants fire up their grills and beckon strolling tourists to come taste their fare.
As night falls, the lights go on in Taddert’s main street. There’s an air of expectancy as everyone waits for the cars and busses to arrive.
From the summit of Tizi n’Tichka we took the backroad down to Aït Benhaddou. The route is staggeringly beautiful, especially the contrast between the oasis valley floor and the surrounding mountains.
Taroudant comes alive in the evening, when the heat has subsided. From our hotel roof, we sat for hours watching the view below.
For Loi Krathong, the Thai place floating baskets in water. But first they had to get to the lake. They paraded all of the way there.
Thais were gathered on the river banks, waiting for something. But we couldn’t find out what.
Then the Royal barge procession began.
On a hike across the island we gaped at the lush, verdant jungle foliage. But we hadn’t considered how ‘tropical’ the rainforest can be. It was a sweat-a-thon. By the time we reached the other side, our cotton shirts were drenched. We should have worn bathing suits.