Ten Days Here and Ten Days There

I'm writing a fast and short one now. It's 2 am, I'm trying to type as quietly as I can because there is a little family trying to sleep in their little home in their little room in Sofia. They had been hosted me for three days, and they are the people who has harts as big as a whale has.

Catch Up With...

This was the text I sent to CouchSufring after spending a day in an expensive hotel in Craiova - I'm looking for a couch so I could stay one more day in Craiova, so I can catch up with my writings and with editing my photos and with planning my trip further. This was the first time I used CouchSurfing.

Slowing Down During Acceleration

I switched to the mode to first write in Hungarian, than translate it to English. I had no possibility to write for many days, so this time I gave birth to a huge, endless post in Hungarian. I won't be able to translate the whole text, instead, I try to get the essence from it in a shorter version.

Riding Alone with Company

After spending two days at Alba Iulia I felt I have to go. I've already knew where are the good and cheep places to eat, where to stop and when the traffic lamps change so I can slip through a road crossing. Also I felt we became friends with the romanian gardener in the camp - who could speak only romanian, but we had nice and funny discussions (as I can't speak romanian).

Just Notes

The man at the romainian border
The jump from the truck down to the roadside on E60 (no fall, no flat tyre).
The kind old lady on E60 / backyard camping
Her husband, the bike lover
The old Semperit he gave me

Thoughts between Lesu and Alba Iulia

This is the first time when I wrote the hungarian version first, so let's see how it works. :) Anyway, I feel myself a bit strange. Sometimes I could write novels, sometimes a word is too much. Also many things happened in the last week (actually, the first week) that I'm a bit confused. Surely it is familiar to everybody who had ever travelled further then the shop on the corner. Dense, intense, full of action and impressions. Huhh, what to say, how to go further?

Surviving and Getting Support

So many people asks me why I go alone. They say it is more dangerous, and I'll be lonely. Partly it is true, but since I'm on the way I met so many people, mostly friendly, smiling and helpful ones - and the list just getting longer.

How things getting smoother

I had the second broken spoke yesterday evening. I found a nice camp in Debrecen, had stand the bike to a tree and make a phone call. And suddenly, while the bike peacfully standing under the tree, one spoke sais: "Paioung". Welcome, second broken spoke! What would you like to tell me?

The Scope of a Broken Spoke

I'm writing now in my tent in a camp in Tiszafüred. I just started but I decided to have a whole rest day here. This is one nice property of not making strict plans day by day - so I make use of it.