We, Tanya Edwards and Simon Bihr, are currently on a 2 year cycling and rock climbing trip through Europe and Africa in aid of ‘Save the Rhino’. Our trip started on May, 9th 2017, so we are on the road for 410 days. On this page you can follow our joy and suffering on the bike and follow our exploration off the beaten track.
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Recent blog posts:
Whirling Dervishes, a Wedding and Aggressive Hospitality - Khartoum (Sudan #7)
In Khartoum, we were lucky enough to stay with an amazing host - Sanosi - and his family. Here, we also got to witness fascinating cultural events such as the Sudanese Whirling Dervishes. After a few days in the desert, coming home to a cosy guest room and taking a much needed shower was exactly what we needed. They fed us a large meal and served enough tea and coffee for us to be completely satisfied. Arriving at his place ...
Pyramids of Meroe (Sudan #6)
The road lead us through the flat, sandy terrain until we looked to our left and there it was: the Pyramids of Meroe. They were standing on top of the soft-sanded dunes which defined its ancient setting. This is Sudan's prime tourist attraction. Though, as we cycled through the sand towards the elaborate tombs, we realised there was no one here but us. The most amazing thing about the Pyramids of Meroe is that there is (hardly) anybody around. You are ...
Spa Day in Sudan (Sudan #5)
After arriving in the city, we randomly bumped into one of our very first Sudanese friends - Hassan. He had already invited us to his home back on the ferry from Aswan. The next day, we made sure to visit him. A family in Sudan usually live together in one village. Sons stay with their parents and the women move away after marriage. We got our fill of Karkade and Jabana when doing our traditional visiting rounds. We visited his ...
Wild Camels and Sand Storms (Sudan #4)
The sand was EVERYWHERE. Sand. Sand. Sand. No mountains, no mirages of lakes, no sand dunes. Just soft, puffy sand that felt like hot coals every time we dared to touch it. We had decided to cut across the desert instead of following the Nile between Dongola and Kerima. Just the other day, I would have sworn we were crossing a different desert. Now, it looked like we had touched down on the surface of Mars. And it might as well ...