I don’t think i’ve ever felt as threatened sleeping outside on the road as i sometimes do at home.
The ‘bench outside’ is still a prevalent feature in Eastern European countryside. Where did it go in the “West”?
People sitting next to each other seemingly lost in the world through their gadgets is a common sight these days, isn’t it?
After 63 gruesome, bumpy gravel road kilometers, was that a mirage or indeed the beginning of a smooth, freshly paved road!?
When i’m cycle touring — though perhaps also when i’m not — traffic is by far my greatest source of apprehension. Once you’ve chosen to ride along the Iron Gates, the stretch of the Danube River flowing along the border between Serbia and Romania — or is it the border that flows along the river?…