I am back in Bucharest! Yesterday's ride was a killer one... 220 km from Pleven in Bulgaria to the place I used to call home for a while. On my way to Bucharest through the wide open plains of Wallachia, the wind was rocking out hard, right in my face. Long, straight, empty roads, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... But somehow, as always I managed to love riding these endless plains. I feel very much at ease, almost zen in my safe cocoon called Road. It's pretty simple: I find my pace, sometimes I count whatever is to count - kilometers, trees, passing cars, traffic signs, and i just keep going.
Bucharest... it's good to back here and moving around in the city touches me again more than i had expected. It's not anymore the city I called my home for six months in 2005. Although I went back about 5 more times after 2005, I feel somewhat alienated from the city, I feel melancholy about something that is gone forever, it's bittersweet.
That's it for now, gonna write more next week, I am going off bike and off line for a couple of days I guess, taking a break from the Road to Odessa, discovering more of Romania but without bike.
I'll hit the road again next Thursday, you'll hear from me!
Bucharest... it's good to back here and moving around in the city touches me again more than i had expected. It's not anymore the city I called my home for six months in 2005. Although I went back about 5 more times after 2005, I feel somewhat alienated from the city, I feel melancholy about something that is gone forever, it's bittersweet.
That's it for now, gonna write more next week, I am going off bike and off line for a couple of days I guess, taking a break from the Road to Odessa, discovering more of Romania but without bike.
I'll hit the road again next Thursday, you'll hear from me!