Archive for July, 2010

July
27th
2010

6000 Kilometre Photo


6000 kilometre photo

We passed the 6000km mark in the tiny village of Glumac, Serbia (however in Sarajevo, Bosnia our bike computers mysteriously added about 50 or 60 kilometres after a short pedal around town, so we’ve let go of accuracy a little for this post). We found a free camp spot down the road and behind train tracks shortly after this photo, asking permission from an old woman carrying water from the river to her garden at the end of a hot afternoon. – Posted by Emma

July
27th
2010

Bosnia By Numbers


Bosnia by numbers

Bosnia and Herzegovina gave us a new appreciation of burek and the importance of bridges to Bosnian history. We became happily trapped in Sarajevo by Amin’s hospitality and traded cycling kilometres for watching movies at the film festival, meeting his friends, and hanging out in the Gir bike store “reading” German cycling magazines. – Posted by Justin

July
26th
2010

Day Of Food – Bosnia


Day of food - Bosnia

We captured our final full day of food in Bosnia which for a change didn’t include any bosnian pie. We had final breakfast with Amin in Sarajevo, met two cyclists on their way from Tibet to France after lunch and found a free camp spot for our final night in the country where just for a change, it started to rain as we cooked dinner. – Posted by Justin

July
26th
2010

Sarajevo Stole Our Hearts


Sarajevo stole our hearts

We didn’t even know we were going to Sarajevo until we started looking over maps in Croatia and a route through Bosnia and Serbia stood out as the path for us. As we cycled the last 15 kilometres from our Camp Oaza in Ilidza to the city, we planned to stay in Sarajevo for a maximum of three days before heading for the Serbian border. – Posted by Emma

July
18th
2010

First Nights In Bosnia


First nights in Bosnia

Reading about Bosnia we saw that campsites were few and far between and that wild camping was potentially dangerous due to the risk of landmines. To date we had camped around 70% of the time across Europe and we weren’t too keen to change our plans (and budget) to encompass hotels or something similar. – Posted by Justin

July
16th
2010

Croatia By Numbers


Croatia by numbers

Arriving in Croatia to a new language, currency and climate (read very very hot) we weren’t sure what to expect. Like the rest of Europe we enjoyed some holiday time in Croatia finding small family run campgrounds, quiet beaches for swimming and many shady spots to sit out the heat of the day. – Posted by Emma

July
15th
2010

Day Of Food – Croatia


Day of food - Croatia

We tried to document a Croatian day of food on three different occasions, failing each time to capture our evening meal – maybe it was sun stroke? We finally managed to photograph every meal on our last day in Croatia. We stayed in a caravan within a campground with a kitchen and we invite you to admire the fine china used for our dinner. – Posted by Emma

July
15th
2010

Camp Croatia


Camp Croatia

Good weather, figs, apricots and plums in season, clear blue water for swimming – we’ll try not to bore you with too many of the details of our trip down the Croatian coastline, but suffice to say that the soundtrack playing in our heads was that of our summer holidays. – Posted by Emma

July
6th
2010

5000 Kilometre Photo


5000 kilometre photo

We’ve been going a bit slower lately because of the “so hot it cooks your banana in your panniers” summer heat, so this 1000 kilometres sort of crept up on us. After a breakfast of fresh melon, muesli and yoghurt in Novalja (a town on the island of Pag in Croatia), the bicycle computer clicked over to 5000 kilometres as we were taking one last look at the waterfront after early morning espressos. – Posted by Emma

July
5th
2010

Greeting To The Croatian Sun


Greeting to the Croatian sun

As I watched the sun came up over the ocean from the deck of our ferry the size of the mountains ahead made my legs ache in sympathy. The mountains seemed to stretch the length of the coast and extend into the ocean where only their tips were visible in the form of strings of bobbing islands. It was 5:30am and already I could feel the heat of the sun and see small glimmers of heat haze on the bleached white hulls of the becalmed fishing boats as they passed through the wake of the ferry. – Posted by Justin