chapter 8: croatia (2)


It reminds me a bit of Buka by name. I asked Feriz yesterday if you threaten kids with Bura, like “if you don’t behave properly, then Bura will kidnap you when it comes”, but he said that not. I’m trying to imagine it. Enormous force that comes from the sea and rules the seaside. Makes the highways closed. Breaks the trees. If it’s able to wipe the car out, then it will have no problems to do the same with the single cyclist. Continue reading “Bura”

Feriz & Rijeka*

1st May street – here it is! I breathed thankfully as I wasn’t sure how many more hills will my knees bear. It felt as if the bones were rubbing each other. And it didn’t feel right. „Number 12 is here which means only few more houses and I will be there” – I lifted up my head and I saw a tall smiling brunet waving to me. „Just on time!” – I hailed back and got off my bike.

The story of Feriz seemed to have no end. Or no beginning. Continue reading “Feriz & Rijeka*”

Good afternoon Rijeka!

I screamed “Sea!” out loud and jumped out of my bike! It was there, just in front of me. In the magnificent colors of the sun slowly heading to sleep. It was so beautiful that I couldn’t stop to watch it. After I screamed all my joy out, I watched it silently, stunned. Few minutes later I was back on the bike grinned, enfolded by the warm sea air.

Continue reading “Good afternoon Rijeka!”

Gorski Kotar*

I was a little scared. Of the mountains. Of the winter. Of I don’t know what.

There were mountains. There was winter. There was also simple beauty. Continue reading “Gorski Kotar*”

Why am I actually cycling in the winter?

Do you remember how I met two woodmen in Slovenia? One of them asked me why I’m cycling during the winter. He was not the only one asking this question. The second guy – instead of me – came up with the best answer possible: “everybody can cycle in the summer” – he said shrugging as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. I should probably take a riposte course from him.

Do I like cycling in the winter? Not really. I miss the warmth and the sun. I would much more prefer to cycle in shorts and t-shirt. Make pauses to get chilled instead of warming up frozen toes and fingers. Continue reading “Why am I actually cycling in the winter?”

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