Henk's Life and Adventure Journal

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…
Lav for Armenia

Lav for Armenia

Translated from the Armenian language lav means good. I use it as my love for Armenia that grow during the time I’ve cycled here. With pride I am on my bike again from a break in Yerevan. I just turned…