Cycling across Arcadian highlands and to Sparta
The docks were already bursting with activity when I pushed my loaded bicycle onto the little ferry-boat, and climbed onto the cabin’s roof for a good dose of sun and …
Cycling eastwards across Europe during pandemic summer 2020.
The docks were already bursting with activity when I pushed my loaded bicycle onto the little ferry-boat, and climbed onto the cabin’s roof for a good dose of sun and …
While I normally turn my tent over and shake it in the air to ensure nothing is left inside, that obviously would not work with my rental studio in Poros. …
Poros, I knew in advance, was not my island. By this I mean, that Poros was not the island that I would pick for a longer writing break. Poros, I …
I woke up in Tourlida from my best sleep in a while. I felt that I had finally recovered from the ferry night to Igoumenitsa. Both physically, for the lack …
I woke up once again from my improvised camp site on the promenade deck. The neon lamp above my head was still shining bright, but the wind had stopped and …
Two ferry boats were anchored in the port of Vlorë. I cycled to the seaside to look at them, then paused on the handlebars with a last-moment hesitation, as thoughts …
Armed with my negative covid test, my digital entry form, and my European Union passport, I left Sarandë on the first day of Autumn. Astronomical summer had come to an …
Official sources informed that border crossings overland between Albania and Greece were closed to non-essential travellers until September 15, 2020, pandemic year 2020. It was September 15 though, and nobody …
I entered Albania fearing this could be a dead end. At least until September 15, the land borders to Greece were closed to “non-essential” travellers. I had first planned to …
I planned to leave Kotor in the early morning, and cycle the 25 switchbacks up and out of the bay, my first mountain pass since leaving the Alps, while the …
On August 31, 2020, after spending the entire month in Croatia, I was preparing to finally cycle out of the country, out of the European Union and into Montenegro. Montenegro …
I left Split in such low moods that even a last ricotta fig ice cream from Gelateria Emiliana – yes ricotta fig, imagine – the best gelato I’ve ever eaten …