Bike Tour "Ciubekka in Croce" - From Sardinia to the Holy Land (Dalla Terra Sarda alla Terra Santa) #42 Towards the border with Iraq Even in Mardin I had been persuaded to take a detour. By now there were only a few kilometers left to the border with Iraq. In Mardin I had made a decision that would completely change my trip ... Full story https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/42-towards-the-border-with-iraq Versione italiana https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/42-verso-il-confine-con-liraq Follow me on #polarsteps

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Bike trip from Sardinia to the Holy Land, dalla Terra Sarda alla Terra Santa!

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Hellooo The playground has arrived to Aqaba, the Jordanian harbour at the Red Sea. At the same time we are preparing the concrete slab, that cement base on which the accident prevention rubber cover will first be installed and then the playground. I will be back to Jordan in a few weeks to see the first kids playing on the playground. Please keep supporting my charity project(s) if you can. Thank you very much! Donations

School fees for a Palestinian boy

During my long bike tour ( https://www.polarsteps.com/Ciubekka/11649592-ciubekka-in-croce ) I was hosted in a monastic community in Ma'in in Jordan...

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Gli inglesi, che ci disprezzano, dicono che non si sa chi vincerà una guerra ma si sa chi la perderà; cioè chi avrà gli italiani al suo fianco. La parabola di Rizzo che salta disinvoltamente da un'ideologia all'altra ne è la rappresentazione plastica. Fa anche un'analisi coraggiosa e, un parte, giusta della natura ondivaga e vassalla del nostro povero paese. Peccato che lui ne sia il sintomo e non la cura Buongiornoooo P.S. Prego tanto che Musk non si accorga di lui 😞

Bike Tour "Ciubekka in Croce" (Dalla Terra Sarda alla Terra Santa) #23 Istanbul immediately puts me to the test I wanted the arrival in Istanbul to be as traumatic as possible. I had discarded the fastest route, which would have taken me from the border with Greece to the city. I had no intention of riding on roads with a thousand lanes with an oxygen tank for smog ... Full story https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/23-istanbul-immediately-puts-me-to-the-test Versione italiana

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Bike Tour "Ciubekka in Croce" (Dalla Terra Sarda alla Terra Santa) #18 With my bike in Troy I say goodbye to that angel of Çetin and pedal to one of the most iconic places of my entire trip, the Dardanelles Strait. The strait was crossed by the Persian king Xerxes, Alexander the Great and the Republic of Venice which clashed several times with the Ottoman fleet such as ... Full story https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/18-with-my-bike-in-troy Versione Italiana https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/18-con-la-mia-biga-a-troia #CiubekkaInCroce #CiubekkaScrive

Bike Tour "Ciubekka in Croce" (Dalla Terra Sarda alla Terra Santa) #10 The Apulian escort to the sea My relatives in Massafra would not want to let me go. The journey is too long, too dangerous. But I have to go; the goal, always leave. In recent days I have heard from the guys I met on the train in Pescara. We will do a relay race along the whole of Salento: they will accompany me to the ferry in Brindisi. https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/10-the-escort-to-the-sea Versione italiana https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/10-la-scorta-verso-il-mare #CiubekkaInCroce

Bike Tour "Ciubekka in Croce" (Dalla Terra Sarda alla Terra Santa) #9 My Salento origins I left Termoli, my father's hometown, after a few days. I was disappointed for the missed meetings with relatives. But I carry in my heart the beautiful days spent with Giorgy and her beautiful family. Recharge your batteries thanks to hospitality of my friends and I leave for Salento, the land of grandfather Orazio. https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/9-my-salento-origins Versione italiana https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/9-le-mie-origini-salentine #CiubekkaInCroce

GOODBYE MY FRIEND I knew it would be tough. It would have been seven long months without my friend Ciube, my furry playmate. The biga was ready, the equipment checked and rechecked. The ferry to Civitavecchia was waiting for me. I put on the shirt of my superhero Nicolò Barella and headed towards the most difficult moment of my departure: I had to say goodbye to the Ciube. https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/arrivederci-amico-mio ⬇️0️⃣2️⃣⬇️ #CiubekkaScrive #CiubekkaInCroce

THE TURKISH CURE I had been sick, for the first time during my long bike trip, I had been really sick. I had left the beautiful Istanbul after a week of revelry incompatible with my life as a cyclist. When I left, my body stuffed with kebabs, weissbier and sleepless nights had not withstood the ups and downs of the beautiful but very tiring hills of the province of Yalova, whose panorama reminded me of my beloved Cinque Terre. https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/la-cura-turca ⬇️0️⃣2️⃣⬇️ #CiubekkaScrive #CiubekkaInCroce

Hanno liberato Cecilia Sala ! Grazie ! #CeciliaSala