Pogo is a liar. But we all know that: "...Despite what the news would have you believe, the
world is a really wonderful, caring place, and stories of kidnapped travelers or mauled cyclists are the rare exception"....
Questions and answers about our trip
Another dishonest HACK --- apparently they travel in pairs --- running away from her own post.
Let's run those words again, since she cut them out:
How anyone could even remotely think that ISIS would want to be friends is brain dead.
---- where the fuck does your link even mention "ISIS" at all, let alone "want to be friends"?
Exactly. They never even brought it up; you pulled it out of your ass. Here in fact is the only place "ISIS" is mentioned on the page at all, and it's from a commenter after their deaths:
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- Tajikistan is not ISIS held territory
- There is little in this blog that would allow someone to target them effectively (their posts were made AFTER they left a destination), and there is nothing I can see in their blog to show that they were out to prove anything (see quote below, along with link to their blog). Apparently they just wanted to travel the world on bicycles.
- They were just two of about a half a million international tourists who visit Tajikistan each year.
May their families and friends find strength and peace, I am truly sorry for their loss. <<
That's it.
So you're a liar too. But don't let that stop you from dancing on their graves to make political points on a message board if that's all your pathetic excuse for a life can come up with.
I think it's safe to say that there's certain places in Tajikistan you dont want to ride your bike, and theres certain places in the US you probably dont want to ride your bike either.
Actually, I can tell you where one of those areas in the USA is. In the summer of 1994, I decided to ride a bicycle from Jacksonville FL, all the way up the east coast to Newport RI. Took me about 12 days to do.
Anyway, coming through Atlantic City NJ, I rode up the boardwalk and kept riding north, not realizing that Atlantic City was on an island. Well, the further north I went, the worse the buildings got until I ended up at a dead end with a bus stop. Now, this was about 1500 in the afternoon when I was riding, and there were groups of people on streetcorners looking at me like a pride of lions looks at a gazelle. I saw a bus stopped at the bus stop and asked the driver how the hell I got off the island so I could keep going north. He told me that I had to backtrack about a mile to a bridge, cross over, and I would be back on the mainland.
He then told me that I should ride out of there as fast as I could, and shouldn't stop for any stop signs or lights unless I absolutely had to because the area I was in was a really dangerous one. Even in the middle of the afternoon with the sun up.