We were told: it is impossible to travel through Greece without visiting at least one island! Well, since we finally have nice, warm weather and we really like waking up in shorts and T-shirts, we made a split decision to take a ferry to one of the many Greek islands.
As we wake up in the morning, we can really tell, that our wild camp spot we had found last night in the dark was not very stealthy at all. Although, it was quite a distance from the main road, we could see the few cars drive by in clear sight, which meant that drivers should have been able to spot us easily as well. At least there is only little traffic going over the mountain on this
After 11 days in Meteora, a lot of hiking, a twisted ankle, and experiencing our first bad case of travel fatigue (which the topic deserves it's very own blog entry) we finally came to the conclusion that it would be the best thing is to keep cycling through central Greece to Athens as we had planned. Should we still feel like we need a break from the bike we can still decide there on how to continue.
Only a few miles outside Meteora it starts to pour on us...just in time to get us completely soaked, before arriving at our campground. Wet and cold, we set up our tent and spend the rest of the day mostly in our tent, trying to dry out and warm up.
The campground at the bottom of the beautiful and unusual rock formations in Meteora is a cycle tourer's paradise. There are sheltered tables and benches next to the tent pitches and
Our last climb out of Albania leads us straight up to the Greek border. Apparently, the border runs right along the ridge of the mountain range between Albania and Greece. So, once we finally reach the summit, we decide to spend our last few Lek that we still posses to reward ourselves with an ice cold coke and two portions of almost as cold french fries. But who cares! We finally made it up the mountain to take a rest and get to enjoy the view, before cycling Northern Greece.
As we roll up to the Albanian border, we are a little nervous and at the same time excited about bicycle touring Albania; but most of all we are curious about entering this mysterious country. On our way here we have heard all kinds of stories about Albania ranging from "Don't worry, Albanians are nice!" to "It's the Wild West of Europe! Watch out for the bad roads and drivers!" and "Be careful, there are people shooting at cars at night!"
For some strange reason it always seems customary for people to warn us about the neighboring country, just to find out that the people in the other country have the same warning about the one we have just traveled through. Maybe people should
The border official on the Montenegro side studied our passports and remarks that we have come a long way on our bikes. Since there are hardly any cars at the crossing, he took his time and asked us about our route and our experiences traveling. Then, with a big smile, he stamps our passport and exclaims very enthusiastically: "Welcome to Montenegro!"
It has been raining for the last two days in Mostar and it did not look like it was going to stop anytime soon. However, we had to get going eventually. So what are we to do, but cycle in the nasty wet weather. Actually, it rained so much and so hard at times, that we did not even try to
What was supposed to be a short two day stay in Mostar, Bosnia, ended up being a 15 day mini vacation. A few days before going into Bosnia, we noticed another crack in one of our FSA crank sets and after notifying the manufacturer, because...