Month: August 2015 (Page 2 of 4)

Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 12. Orsova to Negotin

 
As we didn’t quite make it to Orsova on Thursday, our day started with a long, steep climb up the hill to the west of the city. Once that was out of the way, the road into Orsova is one of the nicest roads on the whole trip – it’s basically one long, steep descent all the way through the town and down to the riverfront. Every cyclists dream.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 12. Orsova to Negotin

 
As we didn’t quite make it to Orsova on Thursday, our day started with a long, steep climb up the hill to the west of the city. Once that was out of the way, the road into Orsova is one of the nicest roads on the whole trip – it’s basically one long, steep descent all the way through the town and down to the riverfront. Every cyclists dream.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 11. Moldova Veche to Orsova (almost)

 
It has to be said – drivers in Romania are some of the worst in Europe. They drive fast and take very little notice of cyclists and/or pedestrians and totally ignore all speed limits. In fact, I’d say they are even worse than Belgians.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 10. Kovin to Moldova Veche.

 
Leaving our super-friendly guesthouse by the Danube, our friendly hosts and their two crazy dogs behind, we left a little later than usual today (it’s hard to leave warm bread and home-made jam) and headed for Romania.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 9. Belgrade to Kovin.

 
Andreja was an excellent host and great company (as usual), but I’m afraid Belgrade didn’t win me over. Although I’m sure it is, it just doesn’t feel like a city with big plans or a city that opens itself up to the world. This is somewhat bizarre because ever since crossing the border into Serbia, I’ve had an endless stream of kindness, curiosity, warmness and genuine friendliness from the people I’ve met.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 9. Belgrade to Kovin.

 
Andreja was an excellent host and great company (as usual), but I’m afraid Belgrade didn’t win me over. Although I’m sure it is, it just doesn’t feel like a city with big plans or a city that opens itself up to the world. This is somewhat bizarre because ever since crossing the border into Serbia, I’ve had an endless stream of kindness, curiosity, warmness and genuine friendliness from the people I’ve met.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 7. Novi Sad to Belgrade.

 
By 11:00am it was already 37.1 degrees celcius and we had just climbed a 2 kilometer hill out of Novi Sad. As usual we had no cover from the sun and today we had to compete with trucks, buses and cars which were also pumping hot exhaust fumes in our faces. It was everything bad about cycling.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 7. Novi Sad to Belgrade.

 
By 11:00am it was already 37.1 degrees celcius and we had just climbed a 2 kilometer hill out of Novi Sad. As usual we had no cover from the sun and today we had to compete with trucks, buses and cars which were also pumping hot exhaust fumes in our faces. It was everything bad about cycling.

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Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 8. Rest Day in Belgrade.

Budapest to the Black Sea: Day 8. Rest Day in Belgrade.

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