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29/10/2019

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Dear readers, followers and awesome people,

You might have realized that there's a new section 'Partners & Supporters' on my website. On the one hand, this section is to say thank you to those people and companies that are supporting my journeys and challenges. On the other hand, the majority of the company links/banners are affiliate links. That means, every time when you click on one of them and make a purchase, I'll receive a small commission. There are no extra costs for you. You'll see these banners also in some other places on my website.

I won't get rich through it by any means but if you do your future online shopping through them, then I might make a few bucks at the end of each months That will help me to cover the costs to run this website and if I'm lucky it'll be even enough to buy me once in a while a meal or a beverage on my current cycling the world journey.

I'll also donate 10% of all profits that are done through these links into my fundraising campaign to equip two school class rooms in Darfur, Sudan.

So it would be awesome if you would keep me in mind when you online shop next time. I'd really appreciate your support! Cheers!
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One night in Croatia

27/10/2019

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Location: Backa Palanka
Km on the clock: 2,319

It was a perfect day. The sun was shining - as every day - but it wasn't too hot and there were no clouds in the sky. I reached the small border post between Beremend and Baranjsko Petrovo Selo. I was the only person to cross the border, there were no cars and no trucks around. I actually didn't see many cars at all the closer I got to the border. I shortly waved with my passport and just a few seconds later is was in Croatia. Since I didn't plan to come to Croatia and I knew that I'd spend only one night here on my way to Serbia, I was wondering what to expect in such short amount of time.
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The road on the other side of the border was also very quiet. Once in a while a car passed by and the road conditions were perfect. I passed one corn field after another. This rural area reminded me on the areas North Friesland and Dithmarschen in my home state in Germany. I pedaled through some smaller villages and still there were not many cars and I even barely saw people. It was just a good and relaxing ride.

As I was pedaling, I watched the sun slowly going down behind the corn fields. A few kilometers outside of Osijek I got off the road to find a camp spot for the night. I took a small track across the fields, went through a couple of puddles until I found a good spot behind a few trees and bushes a bit aside of the small track. I thought: Here I am invisible from the rest of the world. It didn't rain for many days and there were also only a few clouds in the sky so I only put up the mosquito net of my tent. After sunset I crawled into my tent and read for a while. I heard and saw a few rabbits running nearby my tent. Later I heard some gun shots in far distance. Nothing unusual in a rural area. Most likely someone hunting for some game. Later I watched the stars and was about to fall asleep.
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Light pointed in my direction. A car came down the track. I laid down flat on my stomach. The closer the car came into my direction the more I was wondered if the driver can see my tent. Then it stopped. Maybe 10-12 meters away from me. I was still lying flat on my stomach and observed the situation. I was really nervous about what would happen next. What shall I do if it's the person with the gun who I heard earlier? What shall I say? No clue! I guess I just have to improvise. Time went really slow now. Please don't get out of your car! Please don't get out of your car!

The driver slowly kept driving after a minute or two - veeery long one or two minutes. The car slowly passed me and my tent. Only the few trees and bushes separated us. Hopefully the driver isn't not going to stop again! He didn't. Such a relief! I wonder if he actually saw me!?

I cycled through Osijek the next morning and Vukovar later the next day. In the evening I arrived the Croatian - Serbian border at Backa Palanka. The border control lady on the Serbian side was very amused to see the little toy turtle on top of my handle bar bag and waved me through.
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And if you enjoy reading it a lot, then I'd appreciate if you'd support me with a virtual cup of coffee on Ko-fi. Cheers! :)

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Crossing 'flat' Hungary

13/10/2019

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Location: Pecs
Km on the clock: 2,136

My stay in Budapest went by really fast. Although I was pretty tired and exhausted from my 135 kilometers ride alongside the Danube from Slovakia into Hungary, I managed to join a free walking tour. I learned a few fun things about Hungary on this 1.5 hours tour.
  1. There's a Michael Jackson Memorial in Budapest. You should think it's a life-sized statue, but not. It's just a random tree plastered with lots of pictures of him. He stayed at the Kempinski Hotel when came to play a concert in Budapest in the early 1990's. Since then many Hungarians are huge fans. So they wanted the government to build a memorial for him. However, the Hungarian law doesn't allow to build memorials for people that are alive. Thus the people helped themselves and simply put pictures on this tree which is just across the street of the hotel.
  2. The first McDonalds's in Hungary was opened in Budapest in 1988. The people didn't know what kind of food place McDonald's is. The only thing they knew was that there'll be a new western restaurant. Their expectation was that it'll be a nice and fancy restaurant because that was their image of the western world. So they dressed up nicely for the grand opening, like they would go to the opera. Well, I'm not sure if their expectations were met that day. Just paint your own picture of how they must have felt when they got served soggy burgers and oily fries. :D
  3. The translation of the Hungarian word and national dish goulash is cowboy.
I had the pleasure to meet with Marie from Neue Zeitung - Ungarisches Wochenblatt for an interview the next day. We talked about my first weeks experiences of my cycling the world journey and the reasons of why I'm actually doing it. Here's the link to the full interview (German only). Again, thank you Marie for the opportunity to meet with you and thank you Neue Zeitung for publishing my story and thus supporting my fundraising campaign.
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At the end of the interview I asked Marie for recommendations of things to do and places to visit in Hungary. One of her recommendations was to visit the city Pecs. German settlers arrived there in the late 17th century and still today Germans are the largest minority in Pecs. This was something that sounded interesting to me since I didn't even know that there was a German minority in Hungary. So I set off in direction Pecs and wondered if I'd find some notes of German culture in Hungary.

Since Hungary is mainly a flat country it was a rather easy ride to Pecs. I cycled via Siofok at Lake Balaton and went further down south from there. There were countless of mirabelles trees aside of the road. The fruits weren't 100 percent ripe yet but already eatable and thus a great free snack along the way.
Pecs is located in the southwest of the country near the border to Croatia. The closer I got to Pecs the steeper some road sections got. At some point the road had an incline of 12 percent and before I entered Pecs there was one last longerish uphill section. A few days earlier someone said to me: "The whole country is flat". Well, I'm sure this person has never been in this area before. :D However, bombing downhill into the city was fun.

Just outside of Pecs I found the first note of German culture in this area. It wasn't anything significant. The word "Deutsch" was written in big letters above a window on the facade of a house. Left and right of the window were paintings of huge beer mugs. I guess that's proof enough for German culture in Hungary. :D

I couldn't find anything else significant "German" in Pecs itself. I asked at my hostel and some locals if they knew anything about the German minority and if there are places that I could visit to learn something about it. But they couldn't help me either. It rather seemed that they didn't even have a clue what I was talking about. I'm sure there are places to visit but since I stayed there for only two days I used the time to explore the city.

Pecs is Hungary's fifth largest city and is the home of the country's oldest university - founded in 1367. The old town is a beautiful, calm, non-touristy place. There are many little museums for literally anything - arts, mining, agriculture, etc. Most significant is definitely the Mosque of Pasha Quasim at the old town's main square. Even there were barely any tourists. It kind of felt like I was the only tourist in town.
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My original plan was to go to Serbia after cycling through Hungary. But since I didn't plan to visit the southwestern part of Hungary, I decided to take the "shortcut" via Croatia. So I left Pecs after two days and pedaled in direction Republika Hrvatska.

If you enjoy reading this blog then please support my fundraising campaign to equip school classrooms in Darfur, Sudan. Thank you!

And if you enjoy reading it a lot, then I'd appreciate if you'd support me with a virtual cup of coffee on Ko-fi. Cheers! :)

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