At the end of the month I like to look back on what I’ve done and where I’ve been. On how I felt and what was on my mind. It turned out that my Instagram pictures actually give a pretty good impression. So, I decided to put them together in a blog post. Here’s November where I stayed two weeks in Sarajevo before I took my bike for a ride to the Croatian coast. An exciting month full of social stuff, warm showers, blue skies and new opportunities. Scroll down to find out more!

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There are many reasons to write this story. It was a wonderful experience that I would like to share, not only by telling friends, but also in words written down. Maybe it’s me trying to show my gratitude, because I was overwhelmed by these warm, friendly people and I didn’t understand why I deserved that. Somehow I seem to end up in situations like this where it’s me leaving with a gift while I was the one in need of help.

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While cycling up a tough mountain in Una National Park last summer, I came across a group of touring Bosnians. Just like any other passers-by, they wondered why on earth I was travelling on my own, by bike. It struck me that they didn’t ask why I chose to spend my holiday in Bosnia or the Balkans, but why I didn’t just take a car. Explaining my passion for cycling and solo travelling remains difficult, and perhaps it’s a cultural difference.

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Day 45 – 1st of August, 2015

It’s late in the afternoon, I should be looking for a good place to set up my camp before the dogs will wake up from their siesta and start to terrorise me. But the sun is still incredibly warm and I’m in a lazy mood. Lazy and dreamy. I’m gently pedalling my way through the beautiful mountain landscape near Drvar.

When suddenly a car passes by and stops right in front of me, I immediately wake up.

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BLOG | Biking from Amsterdam to the Balkans

I had two months off, two months to bike. What shall I do? Where shall I go? One thing I knew for sure, I wouldn’t follow rivers, this time. Neither would I be heading towards a sea… I’ve always wanted to go to Istanbul, but I never succeeded. Would I, could I this time? From Amsterdam to Istanbul, biking the highest route through the mountains. In two months… UP&down, UP&down. The game was on, just like the sun. Bikini biking. Bikram biking. UP&down, UP&down. Biking the HIGH route from Amsterdam to Istanbul the Balkans.

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BLOG | Balkan mini Roadtrip: Cetinje - Durmitor - Sarajevo

August 2015, One week with two friends in the Balkans. After being on the bike for almost seven weeks, I managed to meet two friends in Cetinje, Montenegro. If my bike and its wheels, all the packs and I would fit in the car, I could join them on their roadtrip to Sarajevo. If not, I had ten days to get myself back to Amsterdam…

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BLOG | Meeting Miss "Adventure is my Middlename" in Budapest

July 2012, Meeting ˝Miss Adventure is my Middlename˝ in Budapest!

Already on my way back from the Black Sea, miss “Adventure is my middle name” decided to pay me visit and bought a last minute ticket to Budapest. Due to her superb planning and organizational skills, we managed to explore the city ánd its surroundings in only three days time. Spending time city-tripping with a close friend was a welcome change after being on the road for almost four months. Spending time with a close friend who’s always up for an adventure was absolutely the best present I could get!

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BLOG | BLACK SEA BIKING ADVENTURE | Biking to the Black Sea and Back Home

I was dreaming of an adventure. A big adventure. A biking adventure. A bike across Europe to the Black Sea biking adventure… The months before my departure were filled with working, preparing, packing and more working. I saved every penny, hoping that it would buy me enough time. Time I could spend traveling, being on the road, having my adventure.

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