where the ground comes to an end

We spend our first night in Bulgaria by the Vidin – Lom road. A mowed grassy spot right by the fence of something that looks like a summer house. I help with pitching the tent with a heavy heart – we’re surrounded by dogs’ barking, echoing in the night. I literally shiver with fear as…

on the road by motorbike/bus/bicycle

(The original post written in Bulgarian dates back to 6 April 2014.) I have the feeling I haven’t written here for years but it’s not because things don’t happen to me anymore. On the contrary, they do and that’s why I have no time to sit and write about them. Otherwise, if you asked me,…