Well folks, we did! After years of saying “We should do that again” and “Wouldn’t it be great to have another trip?”, Papa and I have gone on another cycle tour. But first, some background. During the summer of 2014, the two of us cycled nearly 500km around the Outer Hebrides, an island chain in northern Scotland. After that, we were itching to get out on the bikes again and do another trip. And now we’ve done it! We cycled 60km, to a campsite just south of Bogor in Central Java. Indonesian camping is a bit different than we are used to, but we still had a brilliant time!
Hello friends! It’s been about a year since the first post of thephilosphicalcyclist was posted (January 5th), so I thought it would be cool to do a “Year In Review” post. I’ve come a long way from first writing my “Greetings from Dhaka” post, and on the way have amassed 29 WordPress and 9 email followers, and readers from 20 different countries. It might not seem like a lot, but for me, it’s an amazing achievement that so many people are able to seeing a different side of the world through my eyes, and that I can be a storyteller for the whole world through my writing. With the coming of 2017, I wanted to celebrate all that has happened in the year of 2016, so here it all is in One Reviewalicious Post™. Enjoy!
The above title is an homage to my Canadian family, specifically the Franciscis. During the summer holidays, selected members of the Reed family went around Hamilton searching for the best apple fritter in the city, and the day was dubbed the “Friday Fritter Frenzy”.
Last Friday were parent-teacher conferences at my school, and since my parents weren’t able to get a single appointment, I had a day off. Alright!
On the Friday of last weekend, my father and I went on a cycle ride out to the Shitalakhya River, to the east of Dhaka. The ride starts out going up Papa’s beloved Progati Shoroni Avenue in Baridhara, then starting to go west up onto the Tongi Diversion Road, then onto the Purbachal Express Highway. This takes you way out of Dhaka, and way out of Dhaka is where Papa and I went.