- Paradise lost – biketouring in macedonia
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.
- Silence ain’t golden – CouchSurfing as a solo traveling woman
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?
- Kyrgyz Tales, part 4: a brief episode with cycling solo and an epilogue with no cycling at all
I felt their eyes on me.
„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.
- Kyrgyz Tales, Part 3: Jottings from Karakol
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 2: beach vibes at Issyk-Kul, fairytale and not-really-fairytale canyons and hunger for adventure
I don’t remember his name. Let’s just call him „Mister Five Thousand Benefits”. He joined us at the beach in Tong and, while sharing a watermelon with us, was trying to convert us to Islam.
- Kyrgyz tales, part 1: Always look on the bright side
Polska wersja tekstu znajduje się tutaj. I don’t like flying. Not because I’m scared of it. I actually feel pretty safe on a plane. And […]
- Bosnia: Mysterious, intriguing and somehow familiar
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 […]
- Croatia for the first time – a quick ride down to the coast and an even quicker escape
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 […]
- Bled, Soča, Julian Alps and the Steve Jobs of flip flops – Slovenia (and a bit of Austria) by bike
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 […]
- Wet, cold and absolutely breathtaking – camping in the Dolomites
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 […]
- A story about not cycling
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 […]
- How to cycle in sauna – hot days in northern Italy
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 […]
- Lady of the lowlands vs. alpine passes
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 […]