Cres, Krk, Rab, Pag, Hvar

This could be a list of random acronyms, it’s not. These are the Croatian islands we’ve travelled over in the past few weeks.

This could be a list of random acronyms, it’s not. These are the Croatian islands we’ve travelled over in the past few weeks.

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Philosophical moments #2. Being late

Travelling, or the art of being late.

Travelling

Going fast, it’s shortest path to go far. It’s also probably the best way to not enjoy the trip. Winter reminded us of a forgotten lesson. We can plan everything, except the passing of time. Since planning is not our thing, time flew faster than expected. No danger, we’re late but still going in the right direction.

 

Thank you Christine for this poetic welcome.

A sunny december

OspDecember 12. Osp. A little village in stone nestled underneath a gigantic rocky cirque. The paradise of Slovenian climbing. The perfect wild camping spot; the crag a 10-minute walk away under cloudless skies, friendly temperatures and a six kilometre cycle to replenish the water and food. ShoppingEverything came together, we put our difficult winter behind us and finally used our eight kilos of climbing gear that had lain dormant in the depths of the panniers. We’d stay for ten days. Meanwhile, a third adventurer had the time to consolidate his equipment, pack his bike and find a flight to Venice, joining us on the 21st of December. From there, Sylvain took a train for Trieste whilst we climbed the hill separating Italy from Slovenia to greet him. Three on the road. With our need for the open road coming back strong accompanying the better than usual weather, we head for the Istrian Peninsula. Piran, the Slovenian Venice, calls us. An unseasonably zealous security guard dislodges us from our beach bivouac at 2300.

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Philosophical Moments #1. Small Bike

Small Bike on the road of a big adventure.

small bikeTo see things in grand context, there’s nothing better than feeling small.
To point the eyes upwards.
Being aware of the vastness around us.
As lying on the floor to take pictures reveals a new perspective,
With Small Bike it’s never far away.
Thank you Duch for this gift.

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Winter in Germany. Cycling and camping.

good traveller[A little context: today is Thursday the 17th of November. After two days spent with our friend Christine in Regensburg, Germany, we are meant to be back on the road. The apartment is clean, our bags firmly closed, Christine is away at work and the sun is back after two days of persistent rain. We have only to load our bikes and leave. We weren’t counting on my legendary clumsiness…  Adam had held the door open with a panier, I decided to help him taking the luggage out. I let you imagine. A swift draft, a slamming door, and here we are sitting on the floor in front of said door, keys inside alongside the remainder of our bags and my shoes. In short, here is how to find time to write a new article!]

But what an idea!

To understand how we got to cycling in winter in Germany, we must return to the start of our project.

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Cycle paths: definition

Crash LandingIn the Netherlands

Red lanes allow cyclists and some other two-wheeled vehicles to travel from one point to another via the shortest route, avoiding detours and with maximum safety. At every crossroad there are signposts. The signs show place names alongside accurate, reliable distances. Any work on cycle lanes is clearly visible and a clear alternative is set up when necessary.

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The grand departure

20.10.16  Chaotic start.

No passport, no credit card.

And we're offNo depart without a false start. As usual, we haven’t been able to leave without forgetting something. Ready, we take off without my passport. I left it in France and it’s on the way via post to the UK.  Adam’s parents will have to send them to our next destination, maybe the Netherlands, maybe Germany.

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