Author: Karsten Drath

About 30 years ago, two zis scholarships helped me to broaden my horizon, expand my understanding of what is possible, and develop more self-confidence. zis is a non-profit organization that has been awarding scholarships for study trips to young people between the ages of 16 and 20 for more than 60 years. Today, the word we use for tenacity and grit is resilience - and I've made it my profession, to help managers around the world to develop more of this inner power. In retrospect, the experiences I've had on these trips to Scotland and Iceland have been priceless for my development. After having had a childhood with some challenges, I learned that I could cycle 1,700km on my own and get wet every day without despairing. I have learned that I was able to get along with only 300 € for 4 weeks and still had a good time. I have learned what it's like to be threatened with deportation and how to get an interview with the President from such a crisis. I have understood that limitations are primarily constructs in our heads, and I want to make these insights available to as many adolescents as possible.

Day 5: Kütahya to Afyonkarahisar

Distance: 105kmElevation: 706m I left Kutahya around half past eight under a blue sky and in cool air. Most of the heavier climbing came in the first half of the day, which actually made it more enjoyable. The roads here are magnificent. Wide shoulders, good surface, and most drivers are careful and considerate. There are … Continue reading Day 5: Kütahya to Afyonkarahisar →

Day 2: Istanbul to Gölbasi Gölu

Distance: 52km Elevation: 556m The morning started with the usual routine. Pack Rosinante. Sort the luggage. Carry everything up the stairs, assemble it, and head to the terrace for a quick breakfast. Once everything was in order, I said goodbye to the hotel host, who had been genuinely friendly throughout, and made my way to … Continue reading Day 2: Istanbul to Gölbasi Gölu →

Day 1: Bayram, fellow cyclist, and Rosinante making an entrance

Istanbul gifted me one last unplanned day, and it turned out to be anything but ordinary. With Rosinante not due to arrive until seven in the evening, I had the whole morning to myself. First order of business: chores. Turkey is currently deep in Kurban Bayramı — the Feast of Sacrifice, known to the wider … Continue reading Day 1: Bayram, fellow cyclist, and Rosinante making an entrance →