Riding a bike in Qatar ? No way .
It is very dangerous on the roads and there are no bike paths at all .
During Ramadan when in afternoon the streets become deserted in the afternoon then it is nice .
I like my bike. I left it in Hungary — it had served me faithfully for so many years.
On the Great Plain of Hungary, the bicycle is more than just a sport or hobby; it’s a means of transport. Simple and practical, it’s how we go to the market or get around town. Over the years, we’ve seen more and more bike paths built — even in Budapest, there are now dedicated lanes for cyclists.
I learned to ride a bike when I was six. It was actually my father’s bike — far too big for me. He would hold me from behind until that glorious moment when I finally managed to keep my balance on my own.
I got my very first bike when I was eight. I had been saving up for a whole year. At the end of the school year, my parents added to my savings, and together we bought a second-hand bike that had never been used. It was just my size. It shone in the sun and had that distinctive metallic smell. I was so happy.
But it was stolen from me during the very first week.
My parents felt so sorry for me that they bought me another one soon after. And a lock !
