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Kurdistan

17/4/2013

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PictureKurdish woman, Iraq
Location: Cairo, Egypt
Day 1,020
Miles on the clock: 25,490

The border post between Iran and Iraq's Kurdistan region was high in freshly snowed-on mountains. The Kurdish customs officers insisted I drink tea with them and then stood waving until I'd disappeared around the corner. The road was potholed and narrow but it was all downhill. Sweet tasting meltwater streams sang by the roadside and a five-mile queue of parked trucks waited to cross the border.

I freewheeled on and, at a small truck stop, met a mechanic who had worked in the UK for ten years. We ate lunch together and he reminisced about England. I didn't catch his name but neither did the immigration official when he arrived at Dover as a refugee with no English language. The officer was asking his name but he couldn't understand and exasperatedly said in Kurdish "Allah, help me!"
"Ali?" said the officer. And so he was registered in the UK records as Ali.

I followed a gushing river through a narrow gorge and was spilled out into an area of lush, green hills. Warm sun beat down and the scene was perfectly peaceful excepting the frighteningly inconsiderate drivers in their expensive foreign cars. The large numbers of imported cars is just one sign of the economic boom the now-autonomous region is enjoying.

In the late 1980s Iraqi Kurdistan was the victim of a three-year genocide that resulted in the deaths of over 100,000 Kurds, the displacement of a third of the region's 3.5 million population, and the destruction of over 4,000 villages and towns.

Saddam Hussein's cousin Ali Hassan al-Majid (better known as Chemical Ali) was in charge of Operation Al-Anfal (taken from the name of a Quranic chapter) which used firing squads, aerial bombardment and mustard gas. Mass graves with up to 1,000 bodies have been found.

In 2003 the Kurds finally won autonomy and foreign investment (particularly Turkish) has poured in. The lure being the estimated reserve of 45 billion barrels worth of oil. Some people refer to Kurdistan as "New Dubai" but their government prefers "The Other Iraq".
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Sunset in the mountains, Kurdistan region, Iraq
My second day in Iraq was a Friday and their were lots of families picnicking on the roadside. Lots of wedding convoys of white, mostly-rented cars sped past in a blaze of honking horns, fluttering ribbons and joyful shouts. After Iran, where I was a novelty, people here showed little interest in a foreigner on a bicycle so I stayed in the saddle and watched the country roll by.

It was on a warm morning that I pedalled into the capital, Erbil. En route to the centre I passed through upmarket suburbs with large glass shopping malls, sports cars and western-style supermarkets. The city centre spreads around the Old Citadel which is perched on a hill and reputed to be the oldest continuously inhabited place on earth. This raised cluster of ancient buildings has accommodated people since 2,300 BC but is now being transformed into a complex of restaurants, shopping galleries and nightclubs.

Erbil is heavily policed and soldiers stand guard on many street corners. I had planned to take a rest day here but was so underwhelmed by what I saw that, after a couple of hours riding around, I stocked up on food and cycled westward.
PictureTruck drivers waiting at Turkey-Iraq border
The road was busy and had regular military checkpoints. Stretching to the horizon on either side was golden-green farmland. When people think of Iraq their mind conjures up desert; when they hear Kurdistan they think of mountains. However, this area looked more like a fecund mid-western prairie. 

Close to Mosul (in Iraq proper) I reached the heavily guarded border which I had no visa to cross. I was turfed onto a quiet side road and was thankful to escape the impatient drivers. Two days took me across more farmland with friendly villagers and then onto another busy road. A squat mountain ridge stood before the Turkish border and I clung to one of the raised blades of a tractor's plough which tugged me to the pass. A quick descent through a thick mist brought me to the frontier.

At customs, bulging sacks of confiscated contraband cigarettes were being carted away for incineration. However, the officials merrily offered me a carton before waving me though. I declined and rode slowly along the three-mile queue of trucks lining the road on the Turkish side. Again many drivers flagged me down for tea and bread.  

A long winter was now behind me so I took great satisfaction in symbolically cutting the legs of my trousers and the fingers of my gloves. I had my first shower for a couple of weeks and used fast internet for the first time in five months.

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Rain clouds gathering over the fertile plains, Kurdistan region, Iraq
The ride to the Mediterranean was an easy and pleasant week. The road scudded along the Syrian border, often only ten yards from the fence of noman's land. The weather was warm and the landscape pretty. Turkish Kurdistan is fertile but liberally rock-strewn so most fields have been laboriously cleared by stacking the abundant rocks into tumble-down walls around the small plots of now-arable land. There were plenty of military garrisons but few checkpoints and it was business as usual despite the civil war so close at hand. In the town of Nizip I saw one small Red Crescent refugee camp. Tatty clothes dried on the tall fence and the Syrians inside sat quiet and listless.

Shepherds with red headscarves basked lazily on rocks while their flocks grazed around them; pretty women with no headscarves hung out clothes to dry; the incongruously loud speaker systems on minarets screamed the azan (call to prayer) across the otherwise tranquil landscape; nut-brown old men grinned at me over small glasses of sweet tea; young men enthusiastically gabbled at me in German learned during a year or two working abroad; subsistence villages dotted the roadside with ragged children playing while trucks swept heedlessly past.

Each day took me through one big city which looked more and more European the further west I went. One morning, unnoticed be me, my odometer ticked past 24,901 miles; equivalent to one lap of the equator. That night I lay in my tent contemplating this. In my mind's eye I span a globe. It seemed so simple, so quick. But my mind then ran frantically over some of the places and some of the people, some of the low points and some of the triumphs of the last 1,000 days since I left home. It was too much and my head started to spin along with the globe. Twice the length of Africa remained to be covered but I chose to focus on tomorrow. Life is so much easier to tackle when there is only tomorrow.
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Olive grove, Turkey
One lunch I was invited to join a family's picnic under a gnarled tree. The man told me with tactless sign language how his plump sister's husband recently hung himself with his shoe laces. The sister looked on while tears ran down the cheeks of her otherwise impassive face.

The last part of the ride took me through hills of olive groves with carpets of purple wildflowers. I enjoyed afternoon siestas and swatted some early mosquitoes in the evenings. There was a pass before I reached the coast and while I climbed I smelled salt in the air. I realised that I hadn't seen the sea for a year; 12 months spent crossing the mountains and deserts that comprise the centre of Asia's vast landmass. I sped down the 750m descent to the port city of Iskenderun and was soon in the water, enjoying the sting of brine in my eyes.
PictureThe garden we built in Antalya, Turkey
The ferry to Egypt was delayed so I took a bus west to the coastal city of Antalya where I passed two weeks in good company building a garden behind a dusty secondhand bookshop in the picturesque Old City for bed and board. 

Myself, Matthias from Holland and Matthew from Australia swam in the sea before breakfast each morning and spent the days building dry stone walls, flowerbeds, a patio, a chicken coop, a treehouse, a cobblestone path, a fire pit and scrapwood furniture. Kemal, the owner, cooked spoiling dinners each evening with the freshest market ingredients and lemons from the garden. We lived well and I was feeling re-invigorated when I boarded the ferry back in Iskenderun. Most of the passengers were Syrian refugees and I had a few interesting conversations before we docked at Port Said and, at midnight, I cycled off the car deck and onto the African continent.

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Matthew and Matthias in the Garden, Antalya, Turkey

At the end of two and a half years in Asia and an equivalent distance to 29 Land's End to John O'Groats by bike and 1 by foot, I take this opportunity to nudge anyone interested in donating to either of the worthy charities I support to please do so. 

To donate to Future Hope please click here
To donate to the RNLI please click here


Many thanks,
Charlie

12 Comments
Giles Bowring
17/4/2013 01:33:18 pm

Charlie, what an awesome achievement, what an adventure. I have enjoyed reading every one of your blogs, thank you. I'm looking forward to hearing about your next continent. All the best Giles

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Leigh Timmis link
17/4/2013 11:28:45 pm

Congratulations on entering Africa Charlie. It was a pleasure to have shared some of Asia on the road with you, I can't wait to virtually follow you through the next continent. Safe travels brother :)

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Gabrielle Kingaby
18/4/2013 01:35:57 am

A great trip. I have lived every inch of the journey with you. Good luck in Africa; you will love it. I lived in Zambia for 10 years when it was a British colony. Ethopia is one of my favourite countries with its proud and ancient culture and script. The Simian mountains take some beating (and an exhausting ride!)
I look forward to the next installment. Go for it.

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Simon Bowes
18/4/2013 02:12:58 am

Well done Charlie and you continue to provide such inspiration. Go well in Africa and particularly look forward to hearing how you get on in Kenya and Malawi. Simon

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Jono Carter-Lewis
18/4/2013 03:27:34 pm

Charlie

I hope you are well.

Great new blog and particularly good photos.

Very best of luck in your return to Africa. As usual I look forward to hearing more!

Best

Jono

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eric robinson
18/4/2013 05:20:54 pm

great Charlie! Straight on to Africa then?! good luck. godspeed. good winds, no rash. im back in bohemian portland oregon

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Henry
19/4/2013 03:18:22 am

Hi Charlie,
Another interesting read - well done!
A very different picture of Iraq than I was expecting - sounds like it's in a better state than parts of the UK!?
I have just got a labrador puppy but I still like the idea of joining you for some pleasant cycling somewhere......
Have fun in Africa and keep enjoying your amazing adventure.(I feel that you have now officially eclipsed my own little Asian odyssey - Respect!)
Love,
Henry.

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Harry Walker
25/4/2013 02:38:43 am

Best blog yet!

Keep ‘em coming Charlie Boy!

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john Walker
28/4/2013 05:27:33 am

A cracking report Charlie - the whole achievement is quite mind boggling. Ghani now in Singapore but back next week.
Safe cycling down into Africa and have fun.
God's speed.
Lots of love,
Johnny & Ghani (in absentia) xx

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Rose link
29/4/2013 12:01:20 pm

Hi Charlie, I was looking for cyclists going through Iraq and came across your blog! We came to Kemals the other day and you were sat in the garden, he showed us his chicken coup proudly ( my mother in law is friends with Kemal.) I didnt know you were a cyclist, there are a lot on the road at the minute! Good luck with the rest of your trip and keep up the good work! Maybe you could email us with some tips for Iraq as (Im) a little dubious about a few things at the moment! Rose

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Luc Broes
16/5/2014 02:44:43 am

Charly, having a nice time in Windhoek and Namibië? I liked it very much. i found it more relaxed and very different from the rest of Southern-Africa. I will be very interested to hear about your experience there.

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rushessay link
19/11/2019 01:04:48 am

I wasn't expecting this kind of portrayal about Iraq. I've always know the country as a place where war is prevalent and peace is hardly found. But this one definitely gave a surreal picture; a proof that there is still something beautiful that awaits us. It gives me an impression that if you want to look on a different perspective, you don't need to move from one place to another. Perhaps, you just need to look at a different perspective and it will surely work on you.

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