The difference with a bicycle to a kickbike is that I can make more kilometers and can reach further out and therefor see ‘far-flung’ beauty in Croatia. That’s where I am heading.

The difference with a bicycle to a kickbike is that I can make more kilometers and can reach further out and therefor see ‘far-flung’ beauty in Croatia. That’s where I am heading.
Each country cycled through; one best photograph
On this tour I wanted to stay close to the Netherlands. I cycled from the Netherlands to Istanbul and back. I did so between May and November 2015. Here we go:
I didn’t look forward to Italy. I am only in Italy because it borders Croatia. And I am in Italy because it makes the movement of hurrying back home quicker. I had to hurry back home thrice before, and nothing as an antidote as to return from a seemingly empty desert or a high Himalaya.
I cycled from Dubrovnik to Makarska; Croatia turns out to suit me well. Soon it will turn out to be my favorite country in the whole of Europe.
I travel so tremendously much, yet I am partly blind! Not only I cycle for 3 years now, I have traveled from A (Afghanistan) to Z (South Sudan; which start with a Z in Dutch language). I thought Croatia a kind of average destination for mass tourism.
Montenegro, not so far from the Netherlands, yet I had no clue what this country would be. It is much like the other countries in the former Yugoslavia; men wear track suits and a little handbag slung across their chest with a hinge. Women are outfitted over the top and those two combinations match together. A wonderful view.
Albania is like the Pakistan of Europe
I dare to say that poorer countries are closer to normality, closer to not extinguish our Earth, because they don’t have the means yet.
A blog post hardly ever goes about a love affair. I took time out to marvel at the thought of being in a love relationship with… a dog.
Greece, or Yunistan, as the Turks call it. I have no clue what to expect on a bicycle, so I am glad two young cyclists, we met a day before the border, said how easy it was to find camp spots. Plus how many turtles they’d helped crossed the road.
Bulgaria first impression… different again!
‘Super bonus,’ says the man who bestows me with two hands full of fruit. I pass him when he was collecting little pears from a tree, his T-shirt chock-full with them. This gesture says so much about the whole country. It is such a beautiful move. I at once lóve Romania!
A very celebratory piece of cake
Cycling into Serbia is having me think: these small European countries differ so tremendously from each other that it needs a lot of historical knowledge and information about the past. I haven’t got that all, so I better just let Serbia enter!
‘The world’s too big’
I hear the song of Ryan Montbleau and must admit it is so. Yet, being in Czech Republic feels like I am already getting away from the known. The bicycle is detaching me from the comfort zone, although these parts of Europe are still easy to slide through. Pleasantly easy…
I’ve reached the Atlantic coast! I let go a little happiness yell when I see the ocean. It’s special and impressive to see this, especially when you’re on the bicycle. I’ve reached the Atlantic, again, on my own power and am surrounded by pine trees, sand and 3000 Harley Davidson drivers.