The rays for sun shine through the cloudy sky. There is no wind (finally!). We even consider swimming in the lake, where a group of young dudes jump happily from the pier. The common sense and the fear of getting a cold take over and we end up just packing, hopping on our bikes and…
Its the second weird start of the morning in a row. This time someone is starting an engine right in front of our tents. Not quite understanding what’s up I open the tent entrance and see yet another elderly lady working on the rope holding her boat. In fact it’s not early and probably it’s…
I fell asleep packed in a hat and a hoodie out of a habit. The night despite my expectations is warm and that was not really necessary. Around 9 I wake up because someone is shaking my tent and talking weird language to me. I put my sleepy face outside to see the old lady wearing bright blue…
Inspiration is a weird thing. Sometimes it just does not show up and I stumble over weird sentences combined into a wrong order and can’t even write a decent line in Russian. This post has been collecting dust here since the end of summer. This text part is a long intro that has nothing to…
There is this question people always ask me: – What is the point of travelling alone? Why do that? I guess, everyone has a dream since childhood. My obsession was to read adventure books. I think by the age of 12 I’ve read every single book Mayne Reid has written. Girls my age played with…
By the end of my trip through Norway I was a little lonely and a little depressed. So I thought in Iceland the same thing would happen. Nope. Every day was an amazing day of excitement and joy. I went towards my last destination way too slow trying to prolong my last day of cycling…
Let’s start with the night. People always ask me if it’s scary to camp alone. Indeed, lonely nights are not super relaxing. Everyone who camped on his own in the wild at least once knows, how your imagination plays tricks on you. Every noise you hear – wind flapping a side of your tent, a…
Weirdly because on my bright-orange Globetrotter front bags I often get mistaken to be German by fellow germans, so I have to do a lot of “ich spreche kein deutsch” fun. That makes me even more ashamed of not knowing any German after two years here.So as I pack in the morning and get my…
I’ll write several posts on this trip. This time I carried a little notepad to put down some lines right away. And since people have been asking me what was the point of cycling in the cold all alone, I’ll try to explain the reasoning later. For now it’s just a fact. I was going…
I’m a pretty lame movie maker, but I’d learn how to do it one day. One of my first attempts of filming myself on camera 😀
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