Viktor Zichó

Arriving at Istanbul. By bike.

On day 11 we experienced the border crossing of Turkey. It was sooo fine to see the whole ambience changing meter by meter. We could overtake the queuing cars immediately, then  we could hear the clicking stamps on our passports. First task was to check the Turkish cuisine. It was a lovely impression in terms

Don’t camp this way in Trakia

Bulgarian hospitality smiled on us as we arrived at the city of Panagyurishte. We felt like having an abundant meal after the morning pass-climbing. We deserved it, so we entered in a fancy restaurant this time. The menu today: kebab and salad with mozzarella. We ordered three kebabs but we got 4. It made us