Bike rambling goes slowly. Clothes, customs, religions, cuisine, ways of living change gradually and transition seamlessly.
‘Where are you from?’
That’s the first question that people always ask everywhere. I’ve learnt it in many languages. I answer:
‘I’m from Poland.’
Sometimes there’s comlete emptiness in their faces.
Me and Greece, it wasn’t love at first sight, oh no.
Rules for travelling in Greece
Gabriela is leaping on her right and left foot and is confusing the steps. Only after a couple of attempts she remembers how it goes: right foot to the front twice, then left foot once.
Travelling through Albania isn’t as difficult as it may seem.
A day of cyclist’s life
– Are you going to Medjugorje?
– Have you been to Medjugorje?
These are the questions to which every conversation inevitably leads here in Herzegovina
Did you know that I’m a Slav? I’ve just learnt it in Croatia.
How to cycle through Croatia painlessly.
It was in a bakery where I realised that I had entered the Balkans. When I saw burek on the shelves, I understood that I had crossed not only the border, but also an invisible line of division between Northern and Southern Europe. I came to a land of coffee, mountains and … hairdressers’.
How to find your way through Slovenia.