So, we’ve talked about how the cycling trip thru Croatia came to be + how we made the coastal Croatia trip logistics work…what about the packing process? I’m no stranger to shoving a lot of my life into small bags, but before this trip I had *no* experience with pannier […]
We’ve gone over the story of my cycling trip along the coast of Croatia, but what about the actual logistics? How did we get the bike to Croatia? Once we got there how did I figure out where we were going + how we were going to get there? What […]
Last summer I spent four weeks living out of pannier bags strapped to the back of a bicycle while pedaling around Croatia + Montenegro. This was not on my agenda when I kicked off the year nor when I booked my flights to Europe. I hadn’t even been on a […]
I am a bit of a stubborn optimist, which leads me to believe in my ability to persevere even when the odds are against me. Because of this fateful personality trait, I considered this cycling trip to Croatia to be just another challenge. I haven’t ridden a bike for more than 15 miles in the last…three years? Not to mention, I knew/know little to nothing about bike touring. I went into this the quest to cycle to the coast of Croatia grossly under trained + somewhat under-prepared.
In a few hours, I’ll be hopping on a bus to Croatia. I’ll be leaving behind my life of comfort + ease in the Swiss Alps for a month of sitting in a bike saddle as I tour the coast of Croatia on a newly acquired bicycle. Everything is in order [I think] + somehow all of the details have fallen into place [hopefully]. The trip to Croatia was planned out of necessity [visa requirements + such], the idea to cycle the coast was born by insanity + the details were hammered out courtesy of many creative, enabling + determined minds.
Okay…full disclosure, this is going to be raw + real. I’m going to throw all my feelings into words via my abused keyboard + then I’m going to hit publish. No editing, no sleeping on it, no staring at the screen to find a ‘better’ way to word things [although […]
After nearly two weeks of city exploration I needed some dirty trails without any car engines in the background. I needed to feel sweaty, dirty + elated. I needed to get out into the wilderness… This is how I ended up at the Cinque Terre National Park in western Italy. […]
In the days before leaving on my first extended trip to Europe, I had no idea how I was going to sustain a nomadic lifestyle for 3+ months without putting myself into serious debt. When I boarded the plane that flew me over the ocean + into Switzerland I only […]
My first bout of nomadic living came as a bit of a surprise, to everyone. Myself included. I didn’t spend years saving up for travel. This meant my bank account was far from prepared for my voluntary stint of unemployment. However, everything else in my life was screaming “go, go, go”. So I went. I didn’t want to turn down the opportunity to see the world because it came unexpectedly. I decided I would just get really creative with my budgeting + travel plans.
Yesterday I made the hilly, sweaty bike ride from the Camping Kate campground in Mlini to the main bus station in Dubrovnik. In an attempt to avoid the relentless, baking heat I left camp before 7am + arrived at the bus station approximately 3.5 hours before my bus.