I don’t remember his name. Let’s just call him “Mister Five Thousand Benefits”. He joined us at the beach in Tong and, while sharing a watermelon with us, was trying to convert us to Islam.
I don’t like flying. Not because I’m scared of it. I actually feel pretty safe on a plane. And not even because I find the whole airport atmosphere very stressful and I’m always there two hours too early, which makes no sense at all because I’m just freaking out that
Kyrgyz tales, part 1: Always look on the bright side Read More
It was surprisingly familiar. Unplastered houses among the fields. Hills covered with juicy, green grass. On the road sometimes a tractor, sometimes a dilapidated Golf II, sometimes a shiny black BMW with tinted glass. Just like at home. Only instead of church towers there were minarets on the horizon and
Bosnia: Mysterious, intriguing and somehow familiar Read More
I arrived at the border crossing and took a place in line behind plenty of cars. After 20 minutes of waiting I finally came to the booth of the Croatian border police. – Where going? How long? – grumbled the officer, obviously quite dissatisfied with her life. – To Rijeka,
Croatia for the first time – a quick ride down to the coast and an even quicker escape Read More
From the Italian Dolomites I headed to Austria. I don’t even know why, because somehow I really can’t get along with Austria. There is always something I don’t like there. It is expensive, immaculate, boring. I am annoyed by the perfectly mown lawns and by the fact that everything is polished,
I was sure that the times, when I could be so amazed by the mountains that I would just run around with open mouth and take picture after picture, were long gone since I spent a couple months in Swiss Alps or since some of my trips to Norway. You
Wet, cold and breathtaking – camping in the Dolomites Read More
When I was planning my journey, I didn’t know a lot. I didn’t know what countries I was going to visit, where I was going to sleep, how long I would be gone, or how much money I would spend. I knew one thing though: I would cycle. A lot,
A story about not cycling – WorkAway in Italy Read More
Three weeks in Switzerland are truly idyllic. My life is limited to cycling, hiking and good food in a good company. But the road is calling, there are plenty of things to see and plenty of adventures to experience. Finally there comes a day when I have to pack my
How to cycle in sauna – hot days in northern Italy Read More
In my case cycling alpine passes looks a lot like buying pants (buying any other clothing items comes easily to me; getting a new pair of pants costs me a lot of effort). The following steps can be distinguished: Internet research that arouses my enthusiasm (everything looks tempting in online
Lady of the lowlands vs. alpine passes Read More
Basel airport. Wizzair plane lands after a one-and-a-half-hour flight. I leave the plane and after a while, I pick up my luggage – an old backpack with my cycling bags inside and a big box with my bicycle and a lot of protective sponges. For the first time in my
How I left everything behind and went to Nobodyknowswhere Read More
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