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…
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…
By the end of my trip through Norway I was a little lonely and a little depressed. So I thought in Iceland the same thing would happen. Nope. Every day was an amazing day of excitement and joy. I went towards my last destination way too slow trying to prolong my last day of cycling…
Let’s start with the night. People always ask me if it’s scary to camp alone. Indeed, lonely nights are not super relaxing. Everyone who camped on his own in the wild at least once knows, how your imagination plays tricks on you. Every noise you hear – wind flapping a side of your tent, a…
Weirdly because on my bright-orange Globetrotter front bags I often get mistaken to be German by fellow germans, so I have to do a lot of “ich spreche kein deutsch” fun. That makes me even more ashamed of not knowing any German after two years here.So as I pack in the morning and get my…
I’ll write several posts on this trip. This time I carried a little notepad to put down some lines right away. And since people have been asking me what was the point of cycling in the cold all alone, I’ll try to explain the reasoning later. For now it’s just a fact. I was going…
A little intro: Once upon a time in the evening Tatiana was getting bored. Tatiana decided that it’s enough relaxation and it’s a about time to find a next big thing. The WOW and OMG kind of adventure. The one that keeps the buttocks tense. For a while I had a dream to go biking…
Back To Poland from Tupb on Vimeo. That evening we were drinking beer with a bunch of err… “enthusiasts”. And after a certain amount of above mentioned beer we have decided that it would be an awesome idea to repeat my recent bike venture into Poland. This time it had to be more intense. The…
First of all, I just learned that there there is no good way to translate a fantastic Russian expression “To have an awl in the ass” properly. Nevertheless. Because I can’t sit still I decided to ride to Poland. To ride a bike to Poland. Sounds serious but actually it’s only 96 km from my…
Meanwhile it got warmer and me and my bike opened the Brandenburg abandon season. This time guys decided to visit Ballhaus Grunau. I got really lazy and did not take my camera with me, so photos are quite shitty this time. But it should be enough to get the general impression. Тем временем потеплело…
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