You Never Forget How To Ride A Bike

So there I was, lying on the street, clutching my left knee in pain on a busy intersection on one of Maastricht’s main bridges, trying not to feel flustered or helpless. But that was easier said than done. My hair was an utter mess. Sweat had begun to make its way down my back. We…

Bike Rides and Sunshine

I’m learning the hard way that my idea of summer doesn’t really exist in the part of the world that I’m currently living in. Normally by this time back in Beirut, the coat would have long been packed and plans of going to the beach would’ve been made. Not here! In fact, after a winter…

Even Bikes Are Designed By Gender

You know how¬† the Lebanese are obsessed with way-beyond-their-annual-salary-fancy-so-big-they-block-traffic-in-the-already-too-small-roads-of-Beirut-cars? The same can be said about the Dutch and their bicycles. I think saying they are everywhere would be an understatement. Of course, I’m all for bikes, for the obvious environmental reasons. I’m not too fond of them though because I never really learned how to…