Call me Marty, Mettin or Maumtez. Yes, this is a bike riding trip through the beating heart of the Middle East to unknowns of Central Asia and onto the motherland of Russia. I hope you enjoy reading, or are at best indifferent, to this oft poorly planned and somewhat misguided adventure of two semi litterate, fiendishly attractive middle twenties Aussie males, one of which has a penchant for absorbingly long sentances broken only by commas; and the occasional semi-colon. But my trip started long before this bike ride. It started in Istanbul on a warm day in the middle of september
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