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November 27, 2004
Don't cry for me .... Vakfikebir
Less than 200km from the border of Georgia... rainy and cold weather has made us stopped in this lovely place for more than a week now. 3 families took great care and hosted us in turns. İndeed our new friends, in fact they are like sibling ('kardeş'), cannot be more than any warmer during these cold days. Our Turkısh fathers and mothers kept making us to stay longer for they know the roads ahead will be hard, cold and uncertain. However, our hearts longed for a faraway place in the east. The weather is expected to get warmer and sunnier next week. Will we meet people as 'misafirperver' (hospitable) as those in Vakfikebir??? .... we shall cross our fingers and keep our chin up :) ... you'll do that for us too?! 'Çok teşekkür!'
Posted by a2e at November 27, 2004 10:19 PM
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I am really amazed that you are already in Turkey going towards Georgia. Congratulations!
I pray for you that you succeed to reach your goal!
Two weeks ago there was terrible hurricane - 170km/h - that destroyed forests in Tatra mountains, where you climbed in September.
On the area 50 km long and 2,5-5 km wide all trees were broken.
Warm greetings,
Your friend from Ustron, Poland
Posted by: Jurek at December 6, 2004 05:50 AM
hiya pedallers!
Great pix you have on e website.
... ha.. jus suddenly thot of the 'stalker' comment posted by Menglang some time back... but i guessed you guys dun mind since the stalker's so adorable.
Keep on going and take care! :o)
Posted by: SQ at December 1, 2004 02:14 PM
hey yo yo a2e.....
a2e jus turned 4 months old todae.....on 1 dec 2004......wow.....keep on growing......keep on going.....
looking forward to 5 months...6 months....7 months.....8 months.....so on......n ya return to home in 2006....stay healthy ya......winter is setting in.....do take extra care......eat more.....nevermind if u prosper.....more insulation from the cold.....hheheeee......
til equator & beyond,
dunlin : Þ
Posted by: dunlin : Þ at December 1, 2004 01:38 AM
Hi, SK san.
It looks that you are enjoying your adventure.
Safety First! like factory.
See you!
Shinji Hara
Posted by: Shinji Hara at November 30, 2004 08:25 AM
Hey Sean,
Did you recieve the email from Da Jiaying and I? Da JY wanted to say something to you.. but all that came out of her was "sneeze! cough!"
Can you hear the mucus go "drip drip drip"?? haha.. this is JY here.. lazy to type lah... tired.. u take care... i'd leave some mucus for you.. (hmmm wei jsut told me not to leave any mucus on her keyboard.. but serious. since the keyboard n my mucus is both white.. who knows rite? ok... i'm really losing it... talk to you again..
yes, back to Wei again, all visitors to this blog must be grossed out by now by all these mucus talk. We're peddling very hard here in Taiwan too... yesterday went Green Island and I had the novel experience of ferrying JY's mother on a bike round the island..hahha.. ok lah... you take care, don't fall ill like JY!
Posted by: Liwei at November 29, 2004 11:17 PM
yeah man!!
Do remmeber to take care, drink more water, eat more!!
Posted by: menglang at November 29, 2004 02:25 PM
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November 21, 2004
Vakfikebir
Along the way, we have seen and heard about the famous gigantic "Trabzon ekmeg" (Trabzon bread). But it is actually in this small town of Trabzon district that we discovered the real gigantic bread - Vakfikebir!
(Turkey ... 18.10.04 to 1.12.04)
Riding late in the drizzling evening, we arrived at Vakfikebir. Spotting some dim lights from a house off the road, we decided to try our luck again, after failed attempts in the town before. This is the house that had sheltered us. It was from this little house that led us to a memorable 8 days stay in Vakfikebir ...
With Salih, his wife Nungul and their 3 kids. Salih opened the door that night and without hesitation, shoved us into their cosy little house. It was such a relief to be in warmth and shelter after riding in drizzling rain. phew ...
An old man playing Kemence, a traditional string instrument originated from the Black Sea coast.
Crowding around the stove in a tea house for warmth. It was pouring cold showers outside and snowing in the mountains, not far from the town. Wet weather and a mild flu forced us to prolong our stay in Vakfikebir. Afsin (left), our 2nd host, brought us around town, meeting up with his gang of friends.
The one and original turkish haman (bath)! We had a rare opportunity to totally c l e a n s e ourselves, especially the sauna and rubbing. Not forgetting the soothing massage!
Attempting the fast pace Black Sea dance in Erturul's house, our 3rd host in Vakfikebir. Erturul and Nilufer were old friends of KaraAbdul and Emine (Afsin's parents). Barely knowing them from an evening in Emine's place, we were invited to their house a day later. The warm hospitality of the couple resulted in 2 nights stay at their premises!
With Emine (3rd from left), our Turkish mother, her husband, KaraAbdul (1st from right), Erturul (2nd right), his wife Nilufer and son in their apartment.
Attending a local wedding in a community hall. Turkish wedding is all about dancing. First the couple would start the dance under the eyes of the audience. Then the friends and families of the bride would enlarge the dance circle. Later it would be the groom's side. The highlight would be when everyone joins the dance as the pace of music (from a band) increases, dancing speedily in circles. The wedding comes to an end when the dances finished and the newly wed couple would stand in the middle of the hall, receiving gold accessories and money from friends and relatives.
A family of 10 in action! The family went up empty handed and within a few hours, came down with back loads of firewoods.
The 3 women who had taken GREAT care of us during our extended stay in Vakfikebir - Nungul, Nilufer and Emine (from left respectively).
Black sea coast in fine weather. It is also time for us to hit the road again ...
Our extended hosts and friends. Each and everyone in this picture played a part in contributing to our 8 memorable days & nights in Vakfikebir. Leaving Vakfikebir was not an easy task ... "Don't cry for me ... VAKFIKEBIR!"
Farewell shot with KaraAbdul ('Black' Abdul due to this tan looks) in his cafe and 'office'. KaraAbdul also happened to be one of the Village heads in Vakfikebir! *grin*
Posted by a2e at November 21, 2004 06:04 AM
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selam eske, selam jon
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November 21, 2004
Giresun ... land of hazelnuts!
Hamsi, the famous fish from the Black Sea, only available during the winter months because of the government's ban on fishing of these fishes in the summer.
(Turkey ... 18.10.04 to 1.12.04)
Birol's family, our 1st host in Giresun. Birol's mother, Zennibe had let us in when we approached her in the dark and in drizzling rain. (picture) We had a taste of deep fried hamsi in Birol's house. Simply eaten with bread, hamsi is liked the local version of our ikan bilis!
True to its climate, the weather turned foul the very next day in Giresun. Heavy downpour and cold wind swept the coastline. We had no choice but to stay for another day in Giresun.
Yasar and Emine, our 2nd host in Giresun. Emine is Birol's elder sister and lives just above Birol, on the hill.
Fatma, eldest of the 9 children from Zennibe. Her house was located further up the hill, barely a few minutes walk from Emine's.
In Selime's (2nd from left) house with her daughter, Tugse and nephew Gaglayan. 4 out of Zennibe's children lived in this village on the hill. Together with their extended families, the whole hill was spread with all their relatives!
Mistik, son of Fatma, bringing the sheeps out for grazing. We tagged along with him as he brought the sheeps into the hill full of hazelnut trees.
This is hazelnut, which Giresun is famously known for. There are countless hazelnut plantations and factories in Giresun. The whole village of Guneykoy is filled with hazelnut trees. In August every year, the harvest season can bring up to 1500kg of hazelnuts in the village. 1kg of hazelnut can fetch around US$4. That was our 1st time seeing hazelnuts from the trees, besides from chocolates!
With Fatma, Mistik and his son in Fatma's house. We spent 2 nights in Fatma's place when the weather deteriorated.
Coastal view of Giresun town. Giresun is historically touted as the birthplace of cherry. During the Bizantine empire, the Greek king was said to have brought back some cherries to Greece. Now Giresun is in abundance of hazelnuts and hamsi, no more cherries!
With Serdar (another grandson of Zennibe) and his friend, Erman in Giresun town during one of the our rest day. Erman even offered his place for the night should we want to stay. It was difficult to reject but seeing the weather getting better, we had to grasp our chance and move on.
Salute to Zennibe, mother, grandmother and great grandmother to all our hosts in Guneykoy, Giresun. She was the one who opened the door to us on the 1st night. Much thanks to her, we got to meet her extensive family members!
With the family members who have each played a significant part in making our stay in Guneykoy, Giresun an enjoyable and definitely unforgettable one! 8-)
Posted by a2e at November 21, 2004 05:35 AM
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Hey! i'm ekrem. i'm turk. i'm tugse is best friend.
Posted by: Ekrem at January 1, 2006 07:03 PM
Dear SK,
I got your post card today(Feb.23,2005).
I see you are enjoying cycling and journey.
Take care!
SH
Posted by: Shinji Hara at February 23, 2005 07:38 AM
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November 20, 2004
Leaving the fortress, heading to the Black Sea!
After leaving the fortress city of Ankara, we headed north towards the Black Sea. We have heard so much of the Black Sea, its charm, its warmer and rainy climate, its abundant in fruits and most important, its people known for their hospitality!
(Turkey ... 18.10.04 to 1.12.04)
In Yahsihan village, our first turkish family after 9 days in Ankara. Our host, Yasar with his grandson, daughter and wife having snacks after dinner. It is very common to eat these seeds especially with tea.
Waking up at 4am to have breakfast with Yasar and his wife. Although we do not fast during the day, we still followed some of the families to wake up and eat early in the morning before they start the fast. Most of the time after eating, we would then return to bed and wake up 2 or 3hrs later to start our cycling, again.
The Sungurlu boys, Mehmet and Murat with their mother. It was Mehmet who brought us to their house when we were pushing our bikes through their village. Mehmet approached his father and the rest was history.
With the children, Filiz (15yrs), Esma (14yrs), Murat (13yrs) and Mehmet (11yrs) outside their house before we went on separate ways - they to school and we, on the road again.
Following Rufail back to his house in Elvancelebi village. We met him when we approached the 1st house on our way in. Much to our surprise, he invited us to his house instead of putting up at the 1st house. A very approachable and friendly chap. He talked to us non-stop all the way to his house. 8-p
Rufail brought us on a short tour around the village of 800 people. He works in the village council, seeing to the water and electricity supply. Out of his free time, he also paves road to earn 'extra' money. (Picture) In the only tea house in the village. We were generally the centre of attraction there as everyone who came into the tea house would come over and shake hands with us. So many hands, so many faces ... beside Rufail and his son, we actually could not remember the rest of the people.
In their house compound with Rufail, his wife and baby. Renovation is on-going around the house but the pace and progress are dependent on the availability of money ...
Packed and ready to go! We met Hayrettin at his fruit stall where we had our lunch. During our casual conversation, he asked where we would be putting up for the night. Even though we had initially planned another 10km, we actually have no idea where we would end up at that night. Almost instantaneously, he offered his place, barely 1km away from his fruit stall. Only condition, we had to wait until he finished work at 4pm. Well, why not? 8-)
Baking bread in the brick oven at Hayrettin's house. Notice the corns inside? Hayrettin picked them from his corn field that morning and baked them in this oven for us to eat! Before we left, he wife even gave us a loaf of her freshly baked bread!
With Hayrettin (the plump man in the middle), his wife and relatives who lived under the same roof.
"Buda Malayziye, bu Turkiye..." explaining our route to Kadir, in Bogaziai, a small village sitting on the hills along the road to Samsun. We arrived at Bogaziai, apparently the only village around, after a 7km shivering descent. It was approaching darkness and we had to seek accomodation fast. Kadir met us while walking to the mosque. He offered to help us but we had to wait outside his house until he finished his prayers in the mosque. Back at his home, Kadir tried to explain that God had brought us to him. Even though we could not understand his true meaning. Through his repeated actions and explainations, we could feel the sincerity behind his words. Çok teşekkür Iman Kadir!
Turkish delight - Dolma, beet leaves wrapped with rice. Along the way, especially during the ramasan month, it was common to find this tasty food as part of the meal after they broke fast in the evening.
Waking up at 4am to have our meal with the family before they start their fast for the day. That was in fact our last opportunity to eat at such early hours together with the locals as ramasan month will end by the next day.
Wrapping rice with pancak (beet) leaves, the women making Dolma in the Terme household we put up in. The large quantity of dolmas was for the end of ramasan month celebration. There were 13 mouths to feed in this particular family.
A visit to their village the next day - end of ramasan month. Many people (girls especially) would dress up for the occasion, visting friends and relatives. Family members would pay a visit to their parents and to receive their blessings. Along the way, we met Ismail (2nd man from the left) who joined us in the walk around their village.
With Ismet, Ismail and his wife (from left) in their house for lunch. It was a slow-paced day with Ismet and Ismail, strolling through the village and seeing friends. We have stopped at the local tea house, their friends' summer campsite and even the petrol station for tea with their friends.
Hello Black Sea! This the black sea at Terme. For the remaining leg of our journey in Turkey, we would be riding along the Black Sea coastline, reputed to the one of the most beautiful coastline in Turkey.
After a day of r & r, it was time to work - bring back the cows from grazing!
3 families, 3 generations all under 1 roof! This is the Duran family with whom we have put up with during the ramasan celebrations.
Stopping for lunch at a small town after the most (& only) demanding ride over the hills along the black sea coast.
Melina with pumpkin from her garden. It was at her place that we got to taste the sweet desert from pumpkin.
Bulent with his air rifle. One of his favourite pastimes is hunting in the nearby forest. They shoot wildboars during the spring-summer times but as they are muslims, the dead wildboars are left in the forest.
With Bulent, his mother Melina and wife (from right) at their 30yrs old house. The family just returned from Ankara where they had lived for 20 over years. Now due to Bulent teaching in Ordu and his wife pregnant, they will settle down in Ordu and renovate the house for permanent residence.
At Bulancak Shell station. We had a surprising lunch stop at this petrol station when the guys insisted in sharing their catered lunch with us! Our sincere gratitude to this dynamic workforce!
Posted by a2e at November 20, 2004 02:56 PM
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November 15, 2004
The fortress capital of Turkey ... Ankara
Ataturk, the Father of Turkey. In a few days time, it'll be the National Day (Independence). Around every corner, you'll bump into this big man, either huge banner like this or small posters. This year we celebrate the 81st year of founding by the big man, who most, if not all, people so loved.
(Turkey ... 18.10.04 to 1.12.04)
Delta Bisiklet in Ankara was the contact given by Mr.Dragomir from Sofia, Bulgaria 1mth ago. A family run business arising from motorcycles, the Baydar brothers have also been actively involved in organising MTB races in the recent years. Mountain biking though is still a niche market in Ankara and Turkey.
Bakhrom, a Tajik working in Delta Bisiklet advised us on the Tajikistan area and situation in Central Asia. Bakhrom himself is an avid mountain bike racer and is currently studying in Ankara.
"Come! To welcome you guys! We being from China, you from Malaysia, yet all the way, we have come to meet here in Ankara. Come, Drink! Let's drink to Fate!
*ps. please don't count the cans :P
This is the family of the Head of Chancery for the Malaysian Embassy in Ankara, Turkey. This night we're having home-style curry chicken!! *slurps*
"So these are the bicycles you will be riding home?" the Ambassador queried while inspecting our bicycles outside the Malaysia Embassy in Ankara.
With the Ambassador, H.E. Dato' Ahmad Mokhtar Selat and Counsellor/Head of Chancery, Mr.Jojie Samuel in the Malaysia Embassy in Ankara.
With Mr.Sohami, First Secretary in the Malaysia Embassy who have given us valuable assistance in our applications for the Central Asia entry visas.
The winter may be cold, but this kitchen is often warm & we never walkout from here without a full stomach!
Our 1st visa! Georgia!
The Sisters of Ankara. We promised to post this shot in the site ;) What a humurous time we had with them! They are the real-life Sister Act! :D
9 days ago, we were struggling up the steep slope at around 10pm, leading to the Chinese restaurant, Cheng Ji Si Han. Upon opening its door, the lady boss Qian tai (or fondly known as Mummy Qian), met us with wide opened arms. It was the most relieved moment for us. Now after attending to the numerous visa enquires, paid visit to our dedicated diplomats, filled our stomach with lots of Chinese food & made wonderful new friends, we have to pack up our feelings & head on towards home ... long live Cheng Ji Si Han!
Posted by a2e at November 15, 2004 02:47 PM
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recieve ur pt card on 13/1,after 1 mnt u send,dad & me is happy to know ur fine.dad partner(uncle seng)say u must come back to help the busines,because they ar getting old,he told dad few day ago,don't worry,just let u know.we go china on 11/2 with dad sister.all of them,abt 10 person.gd luck son,always blessing to 2 of u,happy new year!
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November 04, 2004
Istanbul ... the city that sits on the bridge of Europe and Asia
Istanbul, biggest city in Turkey at 15 million population is the heart of Turkey. Cosmopolitan Istanbul, congested Istanbul, mystical Istanbul ... many names, many faces, Istanbul simply has too much to offer to her visitors from within Turkey and all over the world.
(Turkey ... 18.10.04 to 1.12.04)
Fishing, the widely popular pastime for the men in Istanbul. The warm weather and good catches (from what we had seen) probably encouraged the large number of anglers along the bay.
Overlooking the europa side of Istanbul as we rode into Istanbul city.
Istanbul Simit. A fashion businessman turned food entrepreneur revitalised the age old sesame bread into these newly favoured pastry filled with chocolate, cheese and other fillings. The popularity of these simits has seen the openings of 6 such pastry shops just in Istanbul old town alone!
Sultanamet mosque, perhaps the most famous landmark of Istanbul
Fuat with his sars, a traditional kurdish string instrument. We were really fortunate to meet Fuat who offered his place for our 2 nights in Istanbul. Mingling and travelling around congested Istanbul was already a headache, not to mention trying to seek accomodation.
With Fuat and his cousin in Fuat's 10yrs old apartment. His cousin used to work along the Meditarranean coast, south of Turkey. But due to the coming winter, tourist season was over so he came over to Istanbul. His next working destination ... Finland!
We met Makoto Watabe before boarding the ferry across to Anatolia. A fellow cyclist from Japan, he had travelled across USA for 3mths and had come to Turkey from London. He has been in Istanbul for nearly 3 weeks already, merely due to the wait for his India entry visa. His plan is to return to Japan by mid 2005.
Embarking on the journey from Europe to Asia - crossing the Sea of Marmara by ferry from one of part of Istanbul to the other side. 45 mins later, we stood on the land that will pave our way home - Asia.
Turkish tea pouring practice - 1 kettle of strong black tea first, followed by 2nd bottle of hot water.
With Sukru outside his 3-stories flat in Gebze. The whole flat housed his parents', his brother's and his family. His mother and wife bidding farewell in the background (picture). The night before, we had walked >4km with him from his work place to his home. Sukru walked the same distance to work, daily.
Speaking to some villages in Kamisli village about our trip. We were trying to find our first stay in a village.
One of the villagers eventually led us to Harun Palas house. He was in fact the Muchta, or Village Chief of Kamisli. Besides the kind hospitality, we also had a sumptous meal, mainly derived from their own household produce - from yogurt, butter, cheese to minced meat, vegetables and fruits. Due to the ramasan month, the family also made several sweet pastries. What a rare treat especially for a first night stay in a village!
A bakery at Docurcun village where we stopped for our lunch break. The guys gave us a ramasan pide and even brought out their salted olives to add to our lunch, much to our surprise!
Boss and his assistances outside their bakery. The flat bread coated with sesame seeds in picture is the typical bread eaten commonly by the turkish in the ramasan month - ramasan pide.
Mr.Zekeriye, Police Chief of Mudurnu village (in middle). Our presence caused a stir in the Police station and the Chief dropped by personally to see us. They offered to let us stay in a local hotel free of charge but we declined. In the end, they eventually allowed us to put up inside the station. *grin*
With the men in blue. Before we left Mudurnu, Mr.Zekeriye wrote a note and requested us to pass to his best friend, the Police Chief in Hopa, near the border with Georgia. With that note, he would be able to help us.
Somewhere out there. In a remote location, 15km from the nearest settlement. We were in fact cycling on the road leading to Ankara. However, it was almost dessert-liked environment for miles since we left Nallihan town. So at the sight of a hut, we decided to try our luck. And what luck did we have. Should we arrived 30mins later, we would have missed the man from the hut. Because he would then be out on his donkey to bring back his sheeps from grazing. We had arrived at 2 shepherds' house!
In a tea house in Kurlu village, some 15kms away from their hut. The shepherds drove us late in the night across bumpy mud roads to Kurlu. Old men in picture were playing a similar game to our mahjong - OKEY (pronounced similar to 'OK').
With the 2 shepherds, Halil and Arif. Due to the coming winter, they have come down from the mountains for warmth and grazing grounds for their 500 sheeps. Both of them support their family by shepherding, selling the sheeps 4mths after birth to markets. 15kg of sheep can sell around US$100.
500 sheeps in action, crossing the road to their grazing ground! What a sight it was to see just 2 men managing 500 sheeps. Even the cars have to patiently wait for the crossing as the shepherds brought their sheeps across.
Tomato fields along the road to Ayas. For most of the day, we had passed such fields along the way. We stopped at this to take a look. In the end, we left with a bagful of freshly picked tomatoes, courtesy of the boss.
A typical fruit stall along the way. Turkey is abundant in fruits due to its climate and fertile agricultural lands. Apples, melons, honeydews, figs and grapes were in an abundance during that period. Notice the pumpkins on the left. The turkish do not cook them as the chinese does, instead the pumpkins are eaten widely as a desert especially during the ramasan month.
In Ayas town, we were led to a house that'll shelter us, but there won't be a family in it for the night. Without a family, there won't be warmth, hence wewent on searching. Suddenly a van pulled up beside us. A big family of builders found us! Here is their make- shift home at the worksite.
These are the builders who took us in. They were in fact foreigners of this town too.
We actually intended to head to the next town to seek accomodation for the night. However, at this petrol station in Yenikent, we were offered to stay over the night with the petrol guys on duty, Erkan and Omer. It was our first ever night in a petrol station.
With our hosts just before they changed shift. Erkan worked 24hrs shift while Omer worked just 8hrs from the evening.
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November 01, 2004
Turkey ... where the West meets the East
Selimiye Camil in Erdine, one of the biggest mosque in Turkey. Hols Gedeniz, welcome to Turkey!
(Turkey ... 18.10.04 to 1.12.04)
Our first night in Turkey, in a Police dormitory in Erdine city. After running out of luck knocking on doors late into the night, we ran into some kids who brought us to the Police booth. It was there that we got to meet the Police Chief and was offered the place to sleep in their Police dormitory. We had our first cup of Turkish coffee from the youths (whose fathers are all policmen) staying in that dormitory.
Turkish sweet pastries, a favourite amongst the turkish, especially during the ramasan month
Another traveller on bike! We met Flip Dijkstra, a dutch cyclist in his 50s who had cycled from Amsterdam bound for Syria and Egypt. He was already 3 months on the road when we met him. At his age and still travelling by bike, he is certainly an inspiration to us!
Milking the cows with their new modern milking machine. 2 of their cows can produce 30L of milk daily and Mehmet sells the milk for $1/liter.
Mehmet and Hatice Yaman at their house in Vakiflar. The milking machine is in the right background.
Venice?! Oops, are we in the right direction H O M E ??
We merely stopped at this Shell petrol station for a pee. But we were offered instant coffee, courtesy of the Manager afterwards. Such is the surprise that bounced on us in Turkey!
With Orhan and his family in Parkkoy, off Silivri. Orhan has previously worked in South Korea and Japan before so he has picked up English. Notice the low table in the picture. When we were in Turkey, it happened to be the start of the Ramasan (fasting) month. We sat and ate with the family in this manner when they broke fast in the evening.
Posted by a2e at November 1, 2004 08:01 PM
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mmm...that ship in the last picture looks very enticing. can't u guys load yourselves and your bikes, and hop on home for chinese new year? (though i doubt that your families and loved ones will release u guys after that).
anyway, happy new year guys. good to see updates in these early days of 2005.
Posted by: lishan at January 5, 2005 12:03 AM
Good, your alive! Happy New Year 2005! With best regards Eila and Petteri
Posted by: eila at January 4, 2005 10:45 PM
Hello Sean!
heh.. long time no visit your site.. not bad leh!! ;) Just wondering if u need a big mailbox for your lovely pictures? If u need a gmail acct, let me know lah..hope everything goes well for u. Its positive therapy to read your blog. =) am starting another chapter of my life n continuing my dream. am a bit nervy about it but will welcome it with open arms n wings.. heh..
have a safe journey home!
Posted by: the other sq at January 4, 2005 09:27 PM