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A journey

What goes up comes down. Or. Life is a cycle. A circle. Just like the wheels of a bike, a journey. Or a cycle?  What if your spoke breaks and the wheel is not centered? Have you ever realized that cycle-path sounds like psychopath?

Cycling gives you a lot of time to think. You just go and go for hours on end, it can be very meditative. When I first came up with this title, it made sense. Probably it was supposed to indicate I’ve been journeying alone, and moneyless. Yet things change. I was out of money, but then I found some by the side of the road. I was travelling alone for a while, yet I had some cycle buddies. Now I’m alone again and almost moneyless. Who cares?!

Love, love, love

Balkan friends in Lisbon

Greetings from the Basque country! I am now on a bike, after attending one of my best friend’s wedding in Lisbon and hitching to Porto. For the first time in the history of time, I shall write something in Yugoslav language, because it makes no sense to write it all in English. For the English version, as well as the continuation of the story after the wedding, scroll down.

Azores – best mistake ever

Lagoa do Fogo

Lots of tourists, especially Gringo tourists, shopping centers, resorts, sky high prices and so on… That’s the kinda thing I was expecting from the Azores. What actually welcomed me were cows, flowers and sea gulls. As well as lovely people, and all of that surrounded by pristine nature. This will be a bold, yet completely true statement; Sao Miguel is the one most beautiful place I’ve ever traveled to. I am not wordy enough to describe it, but even non professional pictures will help. Hopefully. If you ever get a chance to visit the Azores, take it! Don’t take it, grab it and don’t let it squeeze out.