Sharing a ride with three generations, one screaming in the back everlasting, we are heading to the small village Bortnyky. Speed was not with us, as domestic animals and wild geese roamed the streets. That, and at every turn the baby in the back let out screams of horror, at which the young mother stopped at … More Exploring the vast Ukraine on my way to Kiev
A rose, blossomed and pure, dazzling in the sunlight. A soft, bright red colour. It’s foliage curling at the end. The flower twirled up, captivating any viewers. Even at the most demurest days, it shines beauty. However not today. It was a weekday somewhere in July and I had felt the rose’s thorn. Poisoned by a thorn tipped with … More Lost and lonely in Lviv
A tall wall stood before me. I looked up slowly. Unexpected. Up I begin to climb, following the footsteps and hands of the group Belgians that went before me. I could feel the heavy backpack dangling on my backpack, swinging. A slight fear crept of Quasimodo getting loose and falling down. My hands felt the stone … More A stormy night on Slovakia’s High Tatras Part 2
A fast ride with a stony teen brought me into the village Martin. Almost hidden and secluded it lays, surrounded by tall mountains reaching high for the skies. Their pointed tips way above man and building, protected I felt. Secured, in this strange place, a place not hostile nor friendly, filled with odd glances and smiles. However gazing … More A stormy night on Slovakia’s High Tatras Part 1
The Baltic States, or Baltics, three interesting countries with a history, collection of art and plenty of nature to get lost in. Within this region, time can be spend worthy within the cultural mix of East and West. Before you know it, you might even compare the joy to the one on the popular beaches … More Liepaja for capital!
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’?
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
Time had once again come to get back on the road and brave all the crazy drivers, who have probably gotten their license together with a cereal box. These are the kind of people that think roadsigns are decorations and that roadkill is needed to thin out the species. We were relieved every evening when … More Poland in sight
On our first few days in the Czech Republic, we got to know the country in various ways. Cycling over the border, we were welcomed by old, some abandoned, houses, sketchy people, meth seeking junkies, signs forbidding prostitution and roads filled with potholes and dozens of memorials and roadkill on the side. Lovely… Weirdly though, … More Mixed feelings about the Czech Republic