Travel

Various questionable decisions had lead to me being in the Balkans in July. It had been hot as hell in June, and the first half of July wasn't better. Multiple heatwaves came through, my sealant kept drying out, and I was getting heat exhaustion every day. By the

Bosnia was wild. It was first wild camp since the Slovakian mosquito/bivy failure, and it was the most remote, spidery, beautiful, broken, and ridiculous part of the trip so far. I entered the north east of Bosnia, coming from Novi Sad, Serbia. The first stop was Bijeljina for a

Since the madness in Slovakia I've gone a bit quiet on the place-based blogging. I've moaned about how bad the Garmin Vector 3 pedals are, rewritten my Touring Tubeless article, and talked a lot about reforestation. Let's talk about Austria, Slovenia, and Hungary. Austria

I've not felt this at home in any country. Czech Republic, to me, feels just like being in the west country (South West, UK). Hello is "ahoy", cider is "cider" (and it's popular), and there are tractors everywhere, parked in peoples driveways