When I left Afghanistan to come study in the USA, I knew more about Cincinnati than New York City. Growing up, learning about America in black & white geography books, I liked the way ‘Cincinnati’ sounded. NYC? Boring.
Nowadays, and almost ten years later, thanks to the bicycle, I have seen most of this vast country. I didn’t leave Afghanistan exactly to become a spandex wearing aficionado, roasting myself like a peanut day in and out in the intense Arizona sun.
From Afghanistan to living as a refugee in Iran and Pakistan to studying in the United States, and now chasing an Olympic dream in mountain biking for my country, it’s been quite the journey; of interesting places, challenges, and running into inspiring people. On this website, I will tell you some of those stories worth sharing.
And chai? Well… is good conversation even possible without a delicious, freshly brewed, and spicy cup of chai? In college, after brewing pots after pots of fresh chai, some friends gave me the nickname ‘chaiwala.’ Over a cup of chai is how I got the best stories out of people who came from backgrounds, cultures and places other than my own.
Chaicyclist /CHīˈsīkləst/ (noun): someone obsessed with the act of bicycling and drinking chai (with someone else). That someone else could be you!