nihilism is exhausting
When she arrived for work, I asked Ana-Marija about the name ‘Manga Hostel’ , and she confirmed that yes, she was a fan of the Japanese comic books. But broken pipes must be prioritised over art. Nevertheless, I thought it a really smart, bright, and well-run place. Ditching my bags, I took the unladen bike…
I awoke to sunshine and stunning views of heavily-laden barges struggling upstream. After a massive breakfast, I climbed back over to Beška to rejoin EuroVelo6, passing orchards to the historic village of Novi Slankamen. Shortly after, a EuroVelo sign recommended a diversion down to the river bank. It was a steep drop on bumpy path…
The rain was bucketing down on Novi Sad, so I sat outside the hostel and downed coffee while talking with a fellow guest, a Serbian merchant sailor who had spent a lot of time in Killybegs. He was finishing a bottle of gin from the night before, and was well cut, yet perfectly lucid. We…
I highly recommend the Long Tour Bike Camp in Sombor. Do make a point of staying there if you’re on EuroVelo6, or otherwise with a bike. You won’t be disappointed! Ivanka and Pretrag were incredibly gracious hosts, and provided lots of tips about cycling in Serbia, with detailed maps. Leaving this morning, my faith in…
There was a massive thunderstorm during the night, and although I was toasty in my tent, it became covered in mud. So I spent the morning drying it while sipping coffee and electrolytes. Steering towards Mohács, there was an overall excellent riding surface on type of a dyke that went on for over 35km, and…
I woke early, said my goodbyes and skedaddled. The riverside track was in poor shape, not helped by the many speed bumps. Eurovelo6 threw up a big surpise as it funnelled me into dry muddy farm track and then…nothing. I spent an hour fighting through thick undergrowth until I intersected a paved road, blood oozing…
The original plan was to leave on Friday so that I could make it to Belgrade in time to go 200 km further south to Vrnjačka Banja. I was to meet friends at the Love Festival. Work put paid to that ? Never mind, I left Prague, 4 days later, on the 6am train to…
Tuesday July 30th @ 5.30, train to Budapest then hop back on the road for a jaunt south along the Danube. Bring-on the halászlé!
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