Extravagant
Temples in the Kathmandu Valley are overloaded with golden statues and ornate woodwork.
In the West, these elegant sculptures and carvings would be locked away in a museum, but not here!
Temples in the Kathmandu Valley are overloaded with golden statues and ornate woodwork.
In the West, these elegant sculptures and carvings would be locked away in a museum, but not here!
Some cyclists think you have to fly to the other side of the globe to experience a completely different culture.
But that’s not true. You can go to Morocco.
And why not? 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 busses to arrive.
The town is the favourite meal stop of people traveling over the Tizi n’Tichka pass.
From the summit of Tizi n’Tichka we took the backroad down to Aït Benhaddou.
The route is stunning, especially the contrast between the verdent green valley floor and the surrounding mountains.
Thais were gathered on the river banks, waiting for something. But we couldn’t find out what.
Then the Royal barge procession began.
Some of our favorite bicycle touring pictures from around the globe.
For more cycling images visit Paul’s bicycle photography site at www.pauljeurissen.nl
Some of our favorite bike culture pictures from around the globe.
For more bike culture images visit Paul’s bicycle photography site at www.pauljeurissen.nl
Rickshaws vastly outnumber two-wheelers in towns, whereas bicycles are more common in the countryside.
They’re used to travel to outlying places from where you can’t flag down a three-wheeler to get back home.
If there’s one thing that’s a symbol of Bangladesh, it has to be its colorful trishaws.
These moving works of art are everywhere.
Paharpur dates back to the 8th century and was once the largest Buddhist monastery south of the Himalaya.
We stayed at the Paharpur guesthouse which was located inside the grounds. Early the next morning we walked alone amongst the ruins, soaking up the atmosphere.
Then the gates opened and Bangladeshi day-trippers flooded in.
As soon as they spotted us it was, “Madame, madame! Can we take our picture with you?” The attention didn’t let up until closing time.
The backstreets of old Dhaka are permanently clogged.
Since our touring bikes are quite narrow, we managed to manoeuver through the traffic jams.
And when we couldn’t spot an opening, friendly rickshaw chauffeurs would point to places they thought we could squeeze through.