Viktor Zichó

Not Money Money, say Monkey Monkey!

We spent several days in the area populated by the Kurdish people, or as the locals say, Kurdistan – causing sorrow for the Turkish natives. We had a constraint-rest day which we spent in a fuel station in the middle of the hot and glowing steppe. The reason why: diarrhea. Misi was quite sure about

My friend, you need a haircut!

The moon lit these statues, which provided a very mystical view. I just felt some really magical and ancient feeling. It was like entering another world, time travel to an ancient time. This was definitely creepy feeling. We set up the tent about 50 meters apart from these statues. In the morning it was worth

Uphill downhill – in the heart of Toros Mountain Range

On the day of departure we wished to watch the air ballons on the sky, which is absolutely a general thing in Cappadocia in the mornings. As we stepped out of Abdullah’s cottage, we saw two balloons on the sky. We didn’t know, whether they just started to take off or they have already finished.

The way we’re organizing the festival – [OFF]

While we were cycling in the Alps, heading mountain pass with my friend, Norbi Forintos, talked about climbing competitions. The idea of organizing a 24 hours rock climbing competition presented itself, as we missed it from Hungary and there was even no rock climbing festival except for Aggtelek. Why shouldn’t we organize one? That’s a

Watching the wonders of Cappadocia

Sorry for not writing so long. I spent more than one month in the Caucasus, so I couldn’t write. So here you are, an exciting post. In the evening the view of the Salt Lake took our breath away. Yeah really, the name of the lake is Tuz Gölü, Salt Lake in loan translation. We

Adventure begins just here

Stepping on the land of Asia was an unforgettable experience. None of us did it before, we stayed only in Europe. I said goodbye to Europe while I was sitting on the ferry, as I knew, I won’t see this land one entire month long. The ferry took about 20 minutes to reach the Asian

Put down the bikes, pick up the backpack. Let’s see Istanbul!

Istanbul has thousands of faces. It seems quite intact, not that tourist fitted city. The locals kept its original form. Even in the tourist ghetto, Sultanahmet: there are abandoned little streets which look genuine. During the years the Türks experienced the art of buggering tourists around. Once we couldn’t shift off a random street seller

Arriving at Istanbul. By bike.

On day 11 we experienced the border crossing of Turkey. It was sooo fine to see the whole ambience changing meter by meter. We could overtake the queuing cars immediately, then  we could hear the clicking stamps on our passports. First task was to check the Turkish cuisine. It was a lovely impression in terms

Don’t camp this way in Trakia

Bulgarian hospitality smiled on us as we arrived at the city of Panagyurishte. We felt like having an abundant meal after the morning pass-climbing. We deserved it, so we entered in a fancy restaurant this time. The menu today: kebab and salad with mozzarella. We ordered three kebabs but we got 4. It made us