Henk's Life & Adventure Journal

Bikes and buffaloes in Yangshuo

Bikes and buffaloes in Yangshuo

“Hello, hello! Yangshuo, Yangshuo!!” We walk out of the Guilin Railway Station and get directly offered a lot of things. “Busse, busse! Tagessè, taggesè!” If you go to a place in China that is printed on a national currency bill,…
64 hours in the train

64 hours in the train

This blog is an intro in a break from my bicycle journey. Upcoming month I travel around in Chengdu with on my back a big yellow bag and on my side a cheerful blond lady. I get back on my…
Border crossing

Border crossing

I quickly departure from Ferg’ona to the border of Uzbekistan with Kyrgyzstan. Perhaps the border is still open when I arrive. The evening is falling and I cycle in front of the two large iron doors of the border post…
Surviving in Turkmenistan

Surviving in Turkmenistan

With a sigh, I sit down against an immense building. It is white and edged with gold. The whole area here is looking very expensive, streets full of big shiny white golden buildings and street lights shining in the same…
Being stupid

Being stupid

A motorcycle stops next to me. He starts a conversation with me in Farsi. I understand little of it but I see that he has good intentions. He reads my letter in Farsi about my journey. He offers to help.…
Summer in Iran

Summer in Iran

A policeman looks at me with a deadly serious face from behind his desk. I smile kindly to him. From head to toe he scans me, then makes eye contact and ask: “Are you sick?” A large question mark pops…