Why You Should Never Bike in Estonia!

Why You Should Never Bike in Estonia!

A car passes by, snapping me back in the present. I look forward, all I see is black road merging in a clear blue sky. I glance to my left and right and find green fields running in the opposite direction while I standstill on a quiet asphalt road. A house also passes by me quietly as if it is trying to hide its existence.

I started working as Food Delivery Guy with WOLT and here’s why!

I started working as Food Delivery Guy with WOLT and here’s why!

I’ll admit, 2018 was a great year for me. I made a visible improvement in my educational career, made new friends, travelled and learnt to cook (Yes, cooking matters). However, I still had some low points in the last few months of the year. Adventurous activities lingered, lack of motivation and the challenge of making both ends meet, all while trying to settle in a new country. I’ll just say, I had a lot of lessons learned during 2018.

Of Hopes and Dreams – My Journey to Tallinn University

Of Hopes and Dreams – My Journey to Tallinn University

The phone beeps as I muse on a gloomy evening of my first month here. ‘Hey Ali, let’s cook some Pakistani cuisine tomorrow.’ and we throw a party the very next day. My room becomes a global mini-kitchen. An Estonian fellow cutting the vegetables with a Taiwanese helping hand. A Cameroonian chef working with the Pakistani host and talking to the Afghan fellow next to her. And suddenly, a Russian friend cracks a joke with the Georgian one. Hail Globalization. All Hail Tallinn!

When in Doubt, Pedal it Out!

When in Doubt, Pedal it Out!

Have you ever made a plan where you don’t know what’s coming ahead? You just pack your bag for an unknown journey. It is sweet as long as the fun part weighs more. But the real challenge is when the going gets tougher and circumstances are not favorable. You ask yourself a lot of questions and one being most often than the others: Why the hell am I doing this?

First 472 Kilometres are Always Hard!

First 472 Kilometres are Always Hard!

Sweaty palms, drained legs, exhausted breath and 300 kilometres on the odometer. It was 6 in the evening of the second day of my journey. “I am an idiot”, I thought as I pushed the pedal on an ever-increasing slope of a kilometre-long bridge near Khanewal…. Read more