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 something goes wrong and I […]
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 sometimes some women in hijab
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, for two days – I
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, clean and well-organized. (Somehow I
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 know how it is with
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, many hours, on new roads.
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 bags, leave the base camp
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 shops!) Blood, sweat and tears.
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 life, I have to put
How I left everything behind and went to Nobodyknowswhere Read More »
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