Here you will not find valiant tales of all inclusive resorts visited. Neither will you find epic adventures spanning an entire globe in 80 days. I study a country to death; draw up potential itineraries; arrive in said country; throw away all the itineraries and just go with the flow.
Burning Off Some Fat
Ok kids. Stay posted I'm on the move again. This time with my sweetie, Patti. We drove down to Astoria, Oregon and are cycling down to North Bend Oregon. There we will rent a one way car from Hertz and pick up our own vehicle in Astoria to head home.
Stay tuned. Stories and pictures will magically appear on this site.
Country #6 - HungaryBumpy Trails Take Me Home September 26 to October 6, 2015
Cycling distance in Hungary: 488km's
Total cycling distance: 1628km's
After sadly leaving the amazing Oksana, Jan and Andrei in Bratislava, we quickly reached the Hungarian border with tailwinds pushing us along the way. I swear the wind turns into the exact opposite direction each time we change travel direction ourselves. But today the wind gods were smiling on us and rewarding us with some very welcome winds at our backs.
Of course because of this wretched Schengen Area Agreement we once more did not get a stamp in our passport. In fact there isn't really a border crossing in the "traditional" sense. Only an open gate and a sign with the Hungarian colours. All that changes is the Language.
Immediately after crossing the border things change a little. It's more rural and you can tell that this is no longer part of the wealthier Europe such as Germany or Austria. It's definitel…
Country #7 - CroatiaPeaceful Country Roads October 6 to October 8, 2015
Cycling distance in Croatia: 81km's
Total cycling distance: 1709km's
Well, there's not much to say about a country where we spent one night and a total of 1 1/2 days cycling. After we had moved 2 meters from the Hungarian Policewoman's booth to the next window we were processed by the equally friendly Croatian border agent and welcomed into the country.
A scruffy looking "wanderer" in flip flops and with a ratty backpack was talking while taking a video of himself with a selfie stick. He was wandering from Greece to god only knows where.
Here the route follows very well marked quiet country roads and the feeling was incredibly peaceful ...until swarms of little black flies hit us as we rode along. I could literally hear them clicking against my helmet but I just pushed on. After all, what else can you do? Patti had stopped and was unpacking something off in the distance. I waited patient…