At the bordercontrol I realised i did not had my passport in my travelpouch and had to strip my entire luggage in the hope to find it. (hoping I did not leave it in Trieste.)
The face says it all..
The view from the balcony of my wonderful hosts in Krapina. Such an interesting little town.
Perry in the line of fire. In Croatian towns and villages there are still many building around that are a hard reminder of the Yugoslav War and the Croatian War of Independence. These public buildings, houses and streetcorners were completly torn up by shells and bulletfire. With a heavy feeling in my stomach I took some time to let the buildings engulve me with impressions of courage, pride, hatred, revolt, sacrifice and the innocent caught in the conflict.
Greetings from Timisoara, Romania!
Skull Tower, Nis, Serbia
Riding through the Serbian mountains in the south
The Bulgarian cheese is so compact and rich of taste, even knives are no match for it. Delicious stuff!
Beautiful view of the sun setting in Rose Valley and the town Karlovo in Bulgaria
How many times do you find yourself in the actual Balkan mountains? This was my excuse to try out something new :)
Paragliding in the Balkan Mountains.
Wisdom comes with age and experience, but sometimes also on the inside of a bottlecap.
The most important things in life are not things.
Along the road there are dozens of deserted gasstation to be found. My initial explanation was the construction of new highways; where the loss of traffic meant loss of income. But this does not explain why so often there are deserted gasstation the be found within 200 meters of a commercial working station. Luckely the building of this gasstation now serves as a free smelly hostel and probably open public restroom.
Meeting a shepard on the side of the road. You start communicating without speaking any word of the same language. Where does this conversation lead to?
Show off our tattoos to one another.
Riding towards the East with the sunset in my back. On my way to Burgas, Bulgaria
Riding along side the Balkan mountains toward the border withTurkey. Istanbul, here I come!