There is this question people always ask me: – What is the point of travelling alone? Why do that? I guess, everyone has a dream since childhood. My obsession was to read adventure books. I think by the age of 12 I’ve read every single book Mayne Reid has written. Girls my age played with…
Pack the bike. Put it on the plane. Put it on the bus. Start spinning. And just go.
I’m a pretty lame movie maker, but I’d learn how to do it one day. One of my first attempts of filming myself on camera 😀
After a long flight from Negombo my relatively clean boots hit the dust on the outskirts of Thamel. Quiet taxi driver drops me off in the middle of completely empty street. It’s 10 pm and I absolutely alone. Somewhere. Everything is closed and the narrow road I have to take turns into a pitch darkness.…
Из Нувара Элии мы выбираемся таким же способом, как и в прошлый раз с Шуриком – на арендованной машине. Только вместо того, чтобы ехать в Канди, едем в место с непроизносимым названием Удавалаве. Тут Томмасо просил меня написать “Tatiana is a chicken” потому что я побоялась брать мопед, памятуя про движение и убитые дороги. На…
Из Дохи до Коломбо лететь пять часов. Я не знаю, спите ли вы в самолетах, но мой организм, если устанет, выключается за мгновение. Так что я радостно проспала весь полет и проснулась от объявления посадки. Тем более, что катарские авиалинии – это и тебе одеялко, и подушка, и теплый чай. На острове идет дождь. Судя…
On the 3rd of January 2018 I was trying to push my dusty hiking boots under the fancy leather business class seat on the plane from Moscow to Berlin. Several weeks ago those boots used to be of that awkward bright green color so typical for the hiking shoes. Now they are almost brown, covered…
Мало тут историй из жизни. Эту не могу не написать. В субботу честный итальянец, да я, простая русская женщина, которую можно брать с собой выбирать мотоциклы, оправились на смотрины. Он договорился с продавцом о месте встречи и времени. Видимо, попросил кого-то созвониться с продавцом и это было сделано по-немецки. И поехал, не обратив внимание на…
Portugal in November is the best idea in your life. It’s already cold in the central Europe. There no leaves on the trees anymore and its quite likely that the grey sky is pouring rain non-stop. It’s quite a fantastic feeling when you leave the plan, all tired and sleepy on Friday evening. Then you…
The rays for sun shine through the cloudy sky. There is no wind (finally!). We even consider swimming in the lake, where a group of young dudes jump happily from the pier. The common sense and the fear of getting a cold take over and we end up just packing, hopping on our bikes and…
I climb out of the tent into the humid, fresh and surprisingly sunny day. The tent stinks weirdly of a moss and the leftovers of yesterday’s camp fire. Despite the more or less comfy sleep in the full bike gear, the night was cold, going somewhere close to 0. But the nature greets us with…
Back to the leftovers of summer posts and finally I got to the good pictures. The morning is a little grim, at least it’s not raining. We try again to pay for our stay, but owners of the camping are nowhere to be seen and Jo finds a piece of paper saying that they might…
Its the second weird start of the morning in a row. This time someone is starting an engine right in front of our tents. Not quite understanding what’s up I open the tent entrance and see yet another elderly lady working on the rope holding her boat. In fact it’s not early and probably it’s…
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