Kamran
They are known as the black-blooded people or as “kotsuña” – people of the lake. For thousands of years, the pre-Inca community of the Uros has lived in lake Titicaca. This photo essay attempts to give a glimpse into the history and the Uros way of life. [stag_dropcap font_size=“120px” style=”normal”]T[/stag_dropcap]he Uros community lives about 8 … Read more
A woman dressed in a heavy multi-layered skirt delivers a series of overpowering slaps to her opponent before dragging her across the ring by her long braids. She then spits water on her face before smashing the bottle on her head. The audience boos and jeers, while the referee intentionally looks away. Suddenly, the victim … Read more
Current Mission A 30,000 km solo bicycle journey from Ushuaia, the southernmost city in the world in South America to Alaska on a STEVENS BIKES bicycle equipped with a Pinion P1.18 Gearbox and a Gates Carbon Drive belt. I am currently in La Paz in Bolivia after having cycled 6500 km from Ushuaia in the last … Read more
Yesterday, after cycling 80 km from Caldera, I decided to camp along the Pacific coast. I left the Ruta 5 road and pushed my bicycle through sand. After scouting for a bit, I chose a location behind giant rocks and pitched my tent on a flat sandy ground. For dinner, I cooked my favourite dish … Read more
A son writes to his dad after seventeen years! Recalls his painful circumcision. Reminisces about the mandarin juice he used to drink at dad’s shop in winters. Remembers his first bicycle accident. The verses that dad wrote to him. The picture of an unknown railway bridge on dad’s t-shirt. And how much of mom’s jewelry … Read more
They called themselves “Men of God”. After travelling through South America for five years, they built a house in the middle of nowhere, spreading the message of God to those who passed by, offering them shelter, food and wisdom that they had gathered since the time they devoted their lives to Him. Opinion Disclaimer: Following … Read more
After a day of cycling on the gravel road, I reach the bank of Rio Baker river. Each screw of my body is loose. I wipe off the dust and sweat on my face with the cold turquoise-blue water of the river. It is very quiet but in my head I can hear the bicycle … Read more
As the sun sets in the town, the howling wind becomes quiet. I can finally read the book of my mind. “What makes us travel to the far lands? Is it curiousity; the need to learn and experience different? What motivates us to expose ourselves to the tough situations? Is travelling a child’s play, or … Read more
The year is 1996. It is July. It is hot. I am cycling from Layyah to Lahore. I have cycled 70 kilometres since the afternoon and have crossed Choubara. The darkness has fallen in the Thal desert. The same desert where the love story of Sassi and Punnun emerges from. I have my eyes peeled … Read more
Does a fish ever become afraid of the depth of waters? Be that fish and dive deep inside you! Does an eagle fear of falling when it leaps off the cliff? Be that bird! Who taught a bird to fly and a toddler to walk? He, who catches them before they fall. When you are … Read more
Cycle route [aesop_image imgwidth=”100%” img=”/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/map-1250×650.jpg” align=”center” lightbox=”off” captionposition=”left”] ::View interactive map Stats of Germany to Pakistan bicycle tour Countries cycled Germany, Poland, Czech Republic, Austria, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, Iran, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, China, Pakistan Passes above 4000m Tajikistan Khargush Pass (4,344 m) Neizatash pass (4,137 m) Ak-Baital Pass (4,655 m) Uy Buloq Pass (4,232 m) … Read more
I’ve just reached Murghab in Tajikistan and achieved a big mile stone in my journey. I am going to stay here for at least two nights. Over the past three days I have been cycling in the Pamir plateau at about 4000m elevation, and have been rewarded with fantastic views. However it is bitterly cold … Read more
That’s me in the lap of dad! [stag_dropcap font_size=”80px” style=”normal”]T[/stag_dropcap]oday is 6th June. Exactly 16 years ago my father passed away. The day he died I was at the university writing the last mid-term exam of second semester. My father was very proud of being Pakistani, that’s why he attached a suffix “Pakistani” to his … Read more
Where I sit if you look up for this location (38°28’35″N, 70°57’56″E) on a map and draw a vertical line through it, in the south the line will cross a city named Layyah in Pakistan. Layyah is my home town, where I was born and spent two-third of my life. This is where my brothers … Read more
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