Meet the team
India: so crowded there’s nowhere to pitch a tent

Milda’s diary
Every new country brings new challenges for us. India wasn’t an exception either. I guess it’s not a secret to most that India is the second most populated country. It is said that there are 1.4 billion living there. However locals joke that these are the registered ones.
Even before we entered India we were warned to be extremely cautious when choosing the place for our tent. Sure enough, very quickly we understood why everyone tried to warn us — people are everywhere. Same as endless farm fields. And around the fields there are small towns and villages. Very often the villages are only a few kilometres apart. We didn’t feel safe to pitch our tent there as shepherds are roaming these areas with the herds of goats or buffalos.
Thailand and its markets
India. How we celebrated Holi
Milda’s diary
On the first days of March the whole India was covered in colours. Everyone was celebrating Holi, also known as the celebration of colours and spring. On the eve of Holi people are making huge bonfires in a shape of a person which resembles the evil goddess Holika. These bon fires symbolise the victory of good against evil.
Memories from Iran: traffic
Milda’s diary
One of the most horrifying things I’ve ever done in my life was riding a bicycle in the city streets of Iran. Cities are just like bee hives always buzzing – not only with people but also with an incredible amount of vehicles. Most cars are old and crippling, locally made. Only very few of them are global known brands. Imported cars are extremely expensive in Iran as the government taxes them heavily, making them only affordable to select few. The stench of exhaust gas gets into the nose and tickles the throat. …
Impressions from Iran: on headscarves
Milda’s diary
Women of Iran and their fashion
Winter is Coming
Switzerland. 7 September
Milda’s diary

Ukraine in Lightning Speed
Ukraine: May 25-26
Kilometres: many and fast
Milda’s diary
We reached the border much later than planned. A long queue of cars, people waiting around, chatting, looking at us – we’re falling out of the context with our heavily loaded bikes. We’re unsure about the procedure and what we should do – we’ve never crossed a regulated border on our bikes before. We’re secretly hoping that we don’t need to join the back of the queue, because you can’t see the end of it.