Thursday, November 3, 2011

My dinner from Montana

Mmmmtrout


Sofia!

Well, i finally made it to Sofia but had to give up and take a train to get there. It seems that the muscles in my legs have kicked the bucket. Not really any pain, just total weariness. I visited the fortress and painted caves in belogradchik after taking a route where the road was i guess actually closed, seeing at least half of it was made exclusively of gravel (gravel meaning chunks of rock up to the size of a fist). After some walking, camping, and frustration, i made it to the town. Oh yeah, there was a bridge missing too. After that town i spent the night in Montana, then biked to Vratsa, then gave up and took a train for the remaining 100km to Sofia. I may have been more inclined to ride had my last experience following Bulgarian road signs not been dreadful, but on top of that, on the way to Vratsa the remaining km to Sofia kept changing erratically. I know i travelled for 12km on this road, and the remaining km on the next sign had increased... Anyway, now im staying in Sofia with a guy named Cvetan. Hes super! I went to the National History Museum today..meh. Had an incredible pastry on the way though!  And had a lot of fun riding back, even though most of the road on my return trip was cobblestone. The museum is in a neighboring town, btw.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

hello again, dunav


Okay, so i tried to post yesterday with some pictures too but yet again the blogger application ate my entry. Yesterday was tough, but rewarding enough to keep me going. There were a lot of big long hills once i finally navigated out of Belgrade. Belgrade is made out of mountains, by the way. Seriously its some treacherous terrain. With the long hills out of the city came some beautiful views of the Danube from afar, as well as views of the countyside with some fall foliage. The downhills were amazing, up to 53km/hour. Too bad they were precluded by uphills of 6km/hr :( All in all it worked out okay, but was definitely challenging. The drivers and passersby were very friendly too, one old guy who amazingly spoke english offered me coffee or tea after finding me overheated and perched on the cement 112km road marker in his front yard. Beats me how i can overheat when its 55f outside. One driver that waved quite enthusiastically really reminded me of Misi, too bad it wasnt Misi! Today! was a whole different can of beans. I somehow pushed myself stupidly against the wind for five hours to travel only 35km. The wind was worse than the Rosedale ride that one year when we had to forcibly pedal even the downhills. Maybe only worse because of the baggage, dunno. The weather would have been amazing and perfect except for the wind. Flat terrain, maybe only one climb, but still I could only move about 6km/hr, i got excited to reach 9km/hr, only.even for a few seconds. I was yelling at the wind to stop please for maybe an hour or at least slow down but the wind didnt care. I had to walk for a bit because the wind was throwing me around too much for me to be comfortable traveling anywhere.near cars, then i had to rest in a ditch because walking was too difficult too. Had to.give up on waiting the wind out, and ride again. Finally i reached.Veliko Gradište. Not much to report there...met up with the Danube again briefly. The wind was managable about 8km before Veliko Gradište as i started descending into the valley. The decent was 7% and seemed to last forever, but i did have a sinking feeling that i would have to.climb up that steeply again. Not yet though. Im staying just past Golubac for the night, just around the bend from the fortress. Once the walls of the valley started getting steeper, i was really glad that i had been tortured so much for a large part of the day. The views are amazing, so much so.that my bike had to reward me by getting a flat, then the wind started up again, ha. Either way, the fortress is amazing and the cliffs are amazing and the truck driver that stopped in the restaurant under the place i am staying is amazing too. One truck driver there knew english and helped me arrange my nightly accommodations; I finally got in trouble for not having the paper card that tells the police everywhere I have stayed in Serbia. Hopefully things will work out at the border on my way out, ha. Anyway, hot shower, hot soup, hot coffee, mostly cured. Hopefully tomorrow my broken ass knee will have decided to stop whining and carrying on. It should figure out by now it's not getting a break! Now to fix my flat...