Istanbul has thousands of faces. It seems quite intact, not that tourist fitted city. The locals kept its original form. Even in the tourist ghetto, Sultanahmet: there are abandoned little streets which look genuine. During the years the Türks experienced the art of buggering tourists around. Once we couldn’t shift off a random street seller
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
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
After the capital we hit the road and entered the mountains in the countryside. In a thermal source we could have our second shower on the trip (it’s advisable to count, it’s not a daily thing in the life of an adventurer). After this little break we introduced ourselves to the mountain roads. They were
Before reaching the border of Serbia, we tried to change money. First we tried at the banks, but none of them could provide us Serbian Dinar. Thus we ended up at a corner lottery ticket seller. Misi changed the money, so I warned him about the smart hands, that the seller might have. Finally Misi
I go back in time a few years, because it was quite hard to persuade myself about writing a blog, I succeeded only now. Should have sooner, but ain’t no problem, as I have all the important diary In the beginning of august 2013 we arrived home from our awesome bike trip we made in