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Cycling can be hardwork

I have not reached the freedom of sleeping on grass verges but it has been tempting. I naturally did my Good Samaritan bit and gave the old Serbian gentleman a good shake. I am greeted with a fierce groan which I interpret as a “do not disturb” sign.

Sofia

If I ever read the Foreign Office Website on travel advice I do not think I would ever leave the luxury of my cotton wool duvet.

http://www.fco.gov.uk/en/travel-and-living-abroad/travel-advice-by-country/europe/bulgaria

2000 Mile Day In Pictures

If the number of times a person uses the word ‘I’ is representative of the size of their ego this journal/blog should be doing a very good job at pushing me towards the top of the leaderboard.  With this in mind‘I’ thought ‘I’ would temper ‘my’ enthusiasm with some photos 🙂

“All Roads Lead Somewhere”

I think this is a quote. Or maybe it is “All Roads Lead to Rome.” I don’t know. Whatever the case I have used the philosophy a few times and the annoying fact is that very often roads go somewhere but unfortunately it is not always the place you want to go to. Secondly and more importantly once the road has gone to the place you don’t want it to go it quite often stops.

You Only Have 7 Seconds to Make a First Impression

This is what I was always told and if I had used this rule for my first 7 seconds judgment of Serbia it would not be getting a very good write-up. Stern looking unfriendly border guards precisely matched my mental stereotype of a Serb. My mental processing immediately raised the “don’t ever trust a Serb” flag.

Euro Velo 6

Into Novi Sad, I have picked up once again the Euro Velo 6 route which is a bicycle route that runs 4448km from the Atlantic to the Black sea. Every country takes a slightly different stance on the sign posting but in Serbia every marker comes with a little quote. I’m not sure if I want to be sick or smile.

“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I’ve lived the length of it. I want to of lived the width of it as well”                                   Dianne Ackerman

Vukovar

I expected to see a few remnants of the Yugoslavian war in the 1990’s but I have been shocked by the extent to which the town of Yukovar still bears the scars.

Dedication to El Toro

To some he is a heap of inanimate metal and plastic. To me he is ‘El Toro’

Hungary Dogs

Not so literally.