Evenfall I would reach Bielsko-Biała in the car of a young couple. Hitchhikers themselves they told stories and gave advice. One of them being to not continue the road I was following, although beautiful, luck was required to make it to Slovakia soon. Time being on my side and having lingered a day against will in Bialystok, … More My First Slovakian Experience
He was loose and started racing down, leaving a spiral trace behind. The finish was in sight, the ending of the translucent field. Looking to his right, he could see his enemy, struggling to surpass the obstacles in its way. Quickly, he spurted down for his final sprint. Closer and closer he reached. He could … More Poland – Portugal in Pabianice
Strength had been regained after a night’s rest with the lovely couple that had taken me in, showing love and care, on my first days of heavy shoulders. Nervous, the day of the festival I had come back to politely request to unburden myself of some weight. Upon arrival, the words “It is Danus!” came … More My WORST day of Hitchhiking
*Good news!! You can now stalk me wherever I go! 😀 My father made a map, which is updated almost daily and shows cities/villages I have been to. Link will be down below! My blog is a few weeks behind, sorry for that.* This time it was me, who was waving off the crazy cyclist. … More An abdrupt ending to the cycling.
Kicked awake by Stanislaw – with my permission – who was heading to work, I slowly began packing my stuff. A night of little sleep did not help a lot, but had to get busy cycling. Once our simplistic bikes had some air pumped into the tires and the panniers were again full with food, … More Bromance or ‘Bro-m-end’?
Stomaches full, tents cleared, bags and bikes packed, goodbyes were said and we managed to resist kidnapping their little puppy; we were ready for departure. However, not before the man had shoved our hands full with cans of warthog meat. He had caught and canned it himself. With a smile, we left the house and … More Polish Hospitality
Poland thinks it is funny to begin building roads to then only a little later stop again. Seriously, a few meters of road and it ends. Not into a dirt road, a field or anything that could specify as a road, it just stops. There is no logical reason for these roads, all they do … More The land of broken and unfinished roads