With breathtaking landscapes and historical charm, Czechia is one of Europe’s most underrated cycling destinations. I recently did a weekend […]
Rowerem przez Góry Sowie, czeskie skalne miasta i Karkonosze Read More »
In June 2019, I cycled solo in Norway, covering 750 kilometres metres from Ålesund to Horten. I cycled Trollstigen –
Rowerem po Norwegii. Przez tunele i fjordy Read More »
I’m a picky reader. Most books about bicycle touring and classic travelogues just put me to sleep. But Rebecca Lowe’s Slow
Not just another bicycle touring book. Review: The Slow Road to Tehran Read More »
Most people hear the word bison and think about the massive mammals roaming through the grasslands of North America. But their once
Visiting Białowieża Forest. How to find the European bison? Read More »
Tskaltubo, a small Georgian town 9 kilometres from Kutaisi was one of the most popular spa resorts of the USSR,
Tskaltubo. A Travelogue from an Old Soviet Spa Resort Read More »
Malta, a tiny island on the Mediterranean, has a lot to offer for a tourist. Yet, more than visiting the
Condom, Rest My Aching Back, and Dar Dartumi – The most bizarre house names in Malta Read More »
The internet will tell you everything about idyllic Maltese beaches, stunning architecture and sunny weather. While this is all true,
10 surprising facts about Malta Read More »
You don’t talk ill about the dead. The authors of the colourful graves in Romanian Săpânța disregard this rule. With
Merry Cemetery – a graveyard with no taboos Read More »
One name repeatedly came up in my conversations with other travellers and locals about Albania. Having heard about the bizarre
Gjirokaster – Stories from the City of Stone Read More »
The king of the forest. Up to 600 kg heavy. Bear is a strong and scary beast. But there is
The history of Bulgaria’s dancing bears Read More »
The world was green and smelled like hot pine needles. The road was empty, and I was happy. I always
The wild side of Greece. Cycling in the Pindus mountains Read More »
Permet and Vjosa River Every bit of my legs felt like a heavy rock fell on them. Even getting out
Cycling in Albania, part 2: Vjosa, the Pindus mountains and Korce Read More »
At the age of 25, she didn’t know how to ride a bike. Five years later, we were cycling together
Bicycle touring inspiration: Pashmina Binwani – it’s never too late to learn cycling Read More »
Staring at a pair of feet next to my face, I tried to sleep. I put a sweater under my
There are places where you go because you really want to, and there are those you visit because you happen
My Sicilian struggles Read More »
When I ask why he wanted so badly to cycle the Soviet Union, Pat Patterson laughs: Because it was there,
Bicycle touring inspiration: Pat Patterson – first American to cycle the Soviet Union Read More »
During 6 days of volunteering on the border-crossing in Medyka-Sheginhe, I saw hundreds of people who left their homes and
Stories from the border Read More »
Every time I visit the Balkans, it’s like coming back. Although, I’ve never lived there, I feel this Yugonostalgia, missing something I never knew. Maybe in my previous incarnation, I was driving a Yugo or Zastava for a state-planned vacation? The South is paradise lost, wrote Kapka Kassabova in “By the lake”. Her story about Lakes Prespa and Ohrid gave me an impulse to visit North Macedonia.
Paradise lost – cycling in North Macedonia Read More »
CouchSurfing references are a tricky matter. They should be your compass in the quest for the right host. My only negative CS experience happened despite 80 splendid references on the host’s profile. Moreover, it took me 13 months to write him a review. It made me wonder if we can rely on the references at all. How often are things left unsaid? Why is leaving an honest reference so difficult? What can we – solo traveling women – do to be safe (and protect others) while CouchSurfing?
Silence ain’t golden – using Couch Surfing as a woman Read More »
I felt their eyes on me.
“You alone?”
“No, my husband is right behind me,” I answered knowing that they will find out that my husband either wears an invisibility cloak or does not exist if they stay at the road for a while.
It was like in a base camp. I mean, besides electricity, fast wi-fi and the shop around the corner where you could swing by in your flip-flops. Also, we were in Kyrgyzstan’s fourth biggest city and none of us was even close to being a mountaineer. We were all regular tourists. The mood was truly basecamp-ish, though. We would maniacally check the weather forecast and played cards for hours to kill the time. Sometimes the noise of squealing tires followed by the rumble of crashing cars drowned out the monotonous sound of the rain on the tin roof. Another jerk went through a red light on the intersection in front of the hostel.
Kyrgyz Tales, Part 3: Jottings from Karakol Read More »
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