In January of this year, a short while after moving with my Iranian girlfriend in Bucharest, Romania, I got dumped by her. Her situation was much more complicated than one of a normal person. She was an unusual immigrant from Iran in Romania and that made her more exotic in my eyes. As a matter of fact, this is part of the reason why I fell in love with her in the very first part.


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At the moment when she dumped me, I felt my entire world collapsing before my eyes. We had made plans for marriage and then traveling the world together and now everything was gone. She justified her decision out of a lack of love for me, that she couldn’t tell in the beginning, but it was probably more than that. So, at the moment when that happened, I needed to embark on something else, something big. I needed to embark on an epic project that would restore my self-esteem and the faith in myself, things which have been partially harmed by this extremely difficult moment for me.

And what crazier project than that of deciding to take off to Alaska and start biking along the longest road in the world, the Panamerican Highway all the way down to Argentina. So I convinced a few sponsors in Romania to back my project with the equipment needed and started an Indiegogo fundraising campaign and I took off into the wilds of Alaska.

Since August 5th when I started biking near the Arctic ocean I came a long way and I am now approaching the Mexican border. 6600 km (4100 miles) cycled through the most remote areas of North America, through the wilds of Alaska and the Yukon territory and the vast prairies of Canada to Yellowstone National Park and Canyonlands in South Utah this has been an amazing journey so far and as I am approaching Mexico I am getting ready for the real cultural experience. I can’t wait for the hot-blooded people and the warm weather as I have been battling with the Winter for the past month or so since crossing the border in Montana, in the United States.

This journey is more than I could have expected when my girlfriend dumped me. I wake up every day in my tent with a new landscape, in a new part of the world. I get the meet amazing people that show me how humane this world can still be. Some people stop me and offer to host me for the night, some stop and hand me money in appreciation of what I do. One thing I will never forget is the day I got caught up in a very bad snow storm in Utah and the very first family on whose door I knocked invited me in to take refuge and have dinner with them. What a beautiful moment.

I have a long way to go still and if you want to support my journey through the Americas you can make a donation on my Facebook page through the donate button.

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Sleeping in my tent at -10°C in Utah, USA

Cycling through the mountains

Cycling in winter conditions in Idaho, USA

Reaching the Arctic circle in Alaska

Above the clouds in the North Slope of Alaska

Arches National Park near Moab, Utah, one of the most beautiful places I have ever been through

Crossing the border to New Mexico

Canyonlands National Park, Utah, USA

Arches National Park, Utah, USA

My faithful friend

At 5574 Feet (1698 m) I crossed the border into the fifth state

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The Canadian Prairies at sunset. Alberta, Canada

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Cycling in the Winter time, Montana, USA

Deadhorse, Alaska at dusk

At Lake Louise in Banff National Park

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