Crossing continents by bike
So, coronavirus has forced us to fly home from Istanbul. Gutted. Jonny made the decision to go home after much deliberation during our stay in Istanbul. I decided to carry on on my own and hope for the best. It didn’t work out. Three days later after waking up in a mosque in the middle…
I am writing this alone, in my sleeping bag, behind a mosque about 100 miles away from Istanbul. Alone. More on that in my special edition Coronavirus blog post. Bulgaria. I wonder if Bulgarians are as nice a Serbians, I thought as I held on for dear life on a 15 mile off road descent…
The next two days were fairly focussed; we had enjoyed our time in Hungary, but were eager to push on after three rest days. After hitting the border, which looked a lot like a barbed wire fence surrounding a prison, we left the EU. Who on earth would think that was ever going to be…
We walked around Budapest like tourists, and apart from the metal clicking of our SPD touring shoes, nobody would have known that we had slept in a field the previous night, or that the last shower we had had was the first we had taken in a week. We indulged in this a bit; yes,…
We ended up being in Slovakia for a total of around 30 hours. We hadn’t zoomed in enough in the map of the Danube trail to realise that we would be on the north side of the river for this stretch, and therefore in an entirely different country to the southern bank. We stayed for…