Enough equal experiences everyday elicited eager to erratic events. The honking and heavy traffic had held me hostage. When a city not even considerable had been too much, I knew it was time. A break within a break, a journey during a journey. Journception. Without much of a plan and zero intention of taking public transport … More Marvellous Malaysia
A heavy wind was blowing in my face, rushing through my hair as I stood on the dock. With narrowed eyes, shielding them from wind and sun, I gazed at the small village that was Nida. I felt rested and calm, calm as the village seemed. My gaze diverged to the dunes on the left … More A Lithuanian Treasure
Six months, 187 days to be precise, flew by as I flew through the countries cycling, hitchhiking and singing songs with my glass-shattering voice. Most of my trip was spent in the Eastern part of Europe, to countries of which I at first didn’t know the difference or geographical location. Nearing the end of summer, it … More The Post for the Statistic-Geeks
Making our way to Lodz (line though L, sorry), my counter sprung to 0 again. After taking the picture, a ritual with ever 500km and now being the fourth time, I realized that it doesn’t reset itself. Other digits, ones I never paid attention too, represent the total number, wheras the one I focused at … More The 2k, will it ever 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
It was on the 8th day, 19th March, that we reached our milestone of 500 kilometres, as we were on our way into town to enjoy a beer after a long week of cycling. Luck was on our side that day, which already prove so quickly after we had left the farmer’s family near Horn. … More The mountainous menace