After cycling half a day in the snow in Iran, my fingers were frozen, my clothes were completely wet and so was I. Finally I saw a petrol station, passed by and I got offered some hot tea (or two, three), some candies and my first Farsi lessons thanks to Mostafa (the guy on the right and the co-owner of the petrol station). Merci Mostafa! #Iran

I was so glad I met super sweet Nassim in Urmia. The first person after one week on the road in Iran I could communicate with. She told me how much she hates the hijab and how horrible she finds that woman in Iran are suppressed. She told about her resulting two-year depression and the hope of emigration. With all my heart, dear Nassim, I hope you can follow your dream. Sorry I didn’t accept the necklace you offered me as a goodbye present. But with this picture, I’ll always remember your generosity #Iran

Leaving Urmia and receiving a bag of mandarins, just like that! Super sweet, and I’m not only talking about the mandarins #Iran

I met Mohammad (picture) and Bahram in a hostel in Georgia. Great Iranian guys from Isfahan. ‘Hey Trien, when you come to Iran, you have to stay with us in Isfahan’, so did I. I spent some great days with my personal ‘guides’. From an ‘underground’ birthday party, visit to the family, falafel on the go to a visit to many cultural heritage sites. Iranian beauty and hospitality galore! Thanks ‘dealer’ 😉 #Iran

Yeah, I found offroad, finally! I was so glad. Only one little problem, no mosque or any village on the road. Meaning no water supply. That became hard. Luckily this huge truck passed by. I asked the guy if he could offer me some water. He gave me his bottle and rode to a fountain some kilometers further to fill mine #Iran

I’m not carrying all the tools I need. Instead I go to the nearest garage when I need a giant Allen key for my Pinion. The guys didn’t had one either, but looked for one in the surrounding garages. They came back with the right one and did the maintenance of my bike too #spoiled #Iran

A friendly farmer in the lovely mudbrick village Kharanaq offered me one (and more if I wanted) of those typical yellow carrots. I helped a little bit on the field in return #Iran

Christmas Day deserves a special dinner, isn’t it? That’s why I wanted to buy a variety of veggies. But the vendor (left) refused to accept my money. A Christmas dinner in a sauce of generosity. Thanks a million! #Iran

December 25th, cycling through Meybod, cycling 22 days through Iran and realising that so far, unlike all tourists travelling through Iran told me before, no stranger invited me to have a lunch or dinner at their home. Not that I think that’s normal, no no, not at all, just… I was curious to feel that unexpected hospitality everybody’s talking about. You just have to think it, and there it is… my second Christmas gift: an invitation from this man to have lunch at their home. Wow, that was a nice surprise! #grateful #Iran

December 28th, the Day of the Innocent Children. I entered a boys school in Meybod. I checked if I could take a picture. By seeing the camera the boys became instantly wild. They started shouting, screaming, pulling and pushing just to be on the first row. Hilarious! Here already a bit tempered because while the school bell rang the director appeared and stopped this funny (picture) play time. Only a few diehards neglected him #Iran

Only one pomegranate? That’s not worth counting money for. It’s for free! #Iran

‘No no, this shop (right) doesn’t sell bread, that’s in the next city.’ ‘No problem’ the man with the striped sweater thought. He disappeared and came back with a homemade bread #yummy #merci #Iran

The day I met Fatma (right), my couchsurfhost in Safa Shahr, was the day I was harassed a first time. It felt good to sleep in a safe place with super kind people. She also offered me lovely food, gave a tiny house concert on her sitar and I got to know a lot of other kind family members. Two days later I left. Her husband insisted to guide me with his car out of town. Her sweet mum is sitting next to him #Iran

The most wonderful man of Iran lives in Marvdasht (near Persepolis) and is married with a sweet Greek lady. I wanted to camp next to Persepolis, he came towards me, big smile on his warm face included. Asking if I didn’t want to camp in the garden of the hotel he was working in. First I said ‘no thank you’, but after a while, feeling insecure after what happened the last days, I said yes. I pitched my tent in the garden of that fancy hotel. The man asked if I wanted to take a shower and have some food (all for free). Again, I said ‘no thank you’. Half an hour later, the manager was there. I couldn’t stay there, it wasn’t allowed for security reasons. So the sweet man asked the gardener to bring me to his house where his wife took care of me, offered me tea, a shower and a bed to sleep in. The warmest encounter I had in Iran was definitely in Marvdasht. Especially after two ‘cold’ days. What I didn’t know was that after this beautiful encounter I had the worst one a couple of hours later #Iran

After what happened, I didn’t dare to cycle anymore on the mainland, so I took a bus to Bandar Abbas. Arriving last minute and not finding the counter for buying the busticket, I bumped into Sina, a great guy. He ran with me to the right desk and was good company in the bus too. Dear Sina, I wish you all the luck with your studies and hope you make it one day to Dubai or Germany, your dream destinations. Take care #Iran

In Bandar Abbas I could stay with friendly Narges and her mum. Because I didn’t feel comfortable anymore on the road, especially at night, it felt really good that she came over to escort me from the busstop to her house. She made a lovely dinner and yummy breakfast. Brought me to the ferry to Qeshm island and arranged some free night stays on the island for me too. Wonderful! #Iran

On Qeshm Island, my last hope to have a good Iranian souvenir, I was also followed by a guy on a motorcycle. I saw an army truck and asked the soldiers to escort me. They did it for 1 kilometer. The guy was gone, but not for long. I made local people stop and asked them to escort me. One man did and said goodbye with an indecent proposal included. Bad timing… but luckily there was this man, Davut, working on the reception of beautiful Stars Valley. He took care of me, offered me food and a safe camping spot next to the reception. He lovely sang verses out of the Coran. Thanks for this good souvenir Davut #Iran

Because I didn’t dare to cycle anymore, I asked a bus with tourists if I could join them through Stars Valley. I could. A bus full of colleagues with their families made me feel like one of them. I could even join their visit to another highlight on Qeshm island. With this little fellow I had a special connection. He liked me, I liked him. He even reminded me of myself when I was a kid. And when I showed him a picture of me as a three year old, he said his name 😀 #Iran

My last morning, the one of my big escape from Iran, was very hectic. I had to buy a boat ticket to Oman, but also needed information from the embassy, had to go to the post office and received wrong directions. This man helped me with everything. I just spoke to him in the street and he started to become my personal guide in Qeshm. He delivered me, like a package, just on time, on the quay of the boat to Oman. I’ll never forget you dear stranger! #Iran

While I started riding the Georgian roads I had some stuff to repair on my bike but didn’t have the right tool. This man helped me out by asking others to find the exact tool I needed. Thanks for helping me kind roadworker #Georgia

Being offered lemon and mandarins from these nice enthusisastic fellows. Renewed energy, grateful #Georgia

It was late afternoon in the little mountain village Riketi that the sun appeared. I quickly dried all my completely wet gear (tent, backpack…). A man (Gela), who spoke little English, came to me and offered a night stay with his family. An hour later I was having a lovely dinner togeether with this super sweet family in their house. Thank you so much Maia, Gela, Londa (16), Lika (11) and Nodika (3) #Georgia

It was in the same house in Riketi the great grandmother Jolie (85, in the middle of the picture), really loved hugging me. She is, for sure, the sweetest elderly lady of. I instantly loved her. #Georgia

These 4 British birdwatchers were very enthousiastic to see me on top of the Goderdzi Pass (2025m). Maybe it was because of the chacha they just tried in a tiny shop/resto nearby, maybe not. They were exploring Borjom-Kharagauli National Park and asked me what I did up there. When they heard about my trientrapt project they were interested to sponsor, asked my name and you know what… The second man at the right said: ‘Pauwels’? Are you family of my Belgian friend Reginald Pauwels, the former CEO of WWF Belgium? Nope, I’m not, but what a coincidence you know another Pauwels, that’s wonderful. And you know what? It’s really a ‘rare’ name in Belgium though 😉 #Georgia

On Goderdzi Pass (2025m) I stopped at this tiny shop/resto. There were just 4 British people leaving and left a lot of food on the table. I asked the lady of the house what kind of egg cake it was. I could taste it and lots of other food too. Finally she offered me a bag full of leftovers for the road. Warm people high up there in the cold mountains of #Georgia

Entering Kutaisi with a bike that needs a shower. A free one, due to these guys. That felt good, not only for my bike #Georgia

Predicted rain did me find an abandoned house for the night. No empty houses without lock (to protect dust, spiders and mices) in this village, so I asked a farmer if I could sleep in his stable. I could. The farmers wife (left) had a better idea, I could spend the night in a former fitness/library building. A visitor passed by… You can read that story on this blogpost: https://goo.gl/qOLKfx #Georgia

On my way to Ushgulli, the weather was harsh. I just had not such a nice experience with sleeping in an abondoned fitness hall that I decided to stay in this guesthouse. First I had the house all by myself. Later that day Hervé arrived. A very sweet and friendly French guy that made dissapear the bad experience from the previous night. Together with the cute kitten and Hervé I had a cosy afternoon and evening in the mountanious village Tsana #Georgia

Rain rain rain. I asked if I could sleep on the covered terrace of this roadhouse. I could and even better, the lady at the left offered me a place in her sleeping room. So grateful! #Georgia

In Napichkovo I started talking with these kids. The mother of two of them immediately came over to talk and offered me a bag full of home made cookies. Just delicious! #Georgia

Later that day, in Kurzu, I was looking for a safe place to camp. It was no option to pitch my tent in the garden, they made me sleep in a huge bed in the house of Lela and Tamuna, very kind people who welcomed me with chacha, a typical Georgian home brandy #Georgia

The son of Lela and Tamuna is a very sweet boy, Shotikot (7), who is learning Taikwondo together with his neighbor Mariami (14) who was my interpreter for the evening #Georgia

Leaving Kutaisi for a second time, this time direction the capital, Tbilisi. Along village roads I passed this little school. An ‘English’ teacher started talking to me and I informed for road conditions. It’s sad to see/hear that English teachers here aren’t very well educated. She hardly understood me and I barely understood her. One of her pupils spoke better English then she did #Georgia

It was in Kashuri that I couldn’t find a good camping spot. So I knocked at the door (actually gate) of the house where super sympathetic Tengo and his mother and sister are living. Tengo is a very sweet and welcoming guy. He and his sister are making hundreds of chairs to pay their studies. That evening his sister came over to my tent with French toasts, tea and pears. The following morning the mother of the house offered me tea and katchapuri, a typical Georgian yummy dish #Georgia

At the intersection for taking the road to Omala in Tusheti National Park, I realised that I missed a part of my bag that attaches it to my rear rack. The man on the scooter, who owns the butchery in the back, helped me for searching a rope (I left most of my luggage in Tbilisi, including some rope) #Georgia

The many climbing on the scenic road to Omalo deserved now and then a pause. In the only inhabited house on the road, lived this man, a roadworker who’s job consists of clearing these mountain roads the whole year round. He offered me chai (tea) and chacha (brandy) and a great view on Tusheti mountains #Georgia

Going down from the Abano pass to Omalo was due to sunset a wonderful experience. Some roadworkers informed me that the last 30 kilometer stretch to Omalo was a constantly going up and down. I realised I couldn’t make it before dark. I saw a guesthouse, at least, that was what I thought. Actually it was a house where four woodworkers were living and enjoying beer and chacha. They offered me beer too and chacha, soup, bread, apples and a night stay. Perfect timing… Thank you guys! #Georgia

Before really starting my bikehiking/bikepacking/Tusheti adventure I met these fellows lying in the sun, watching their sheep and horses. I verified with them if my planned direction was right. They said it wasn’t possible with my bicycle. I knew it would be though… Once again I actually didn’t listen to locals -oops- The man on the right offered me some candies for the road. Super sweet #Georgia

It was in Alvani that I arrived very late and couldn’t find a place to sleep. After knocking on different doors I could stay at this wonderful families garden. Salome (10) loved practising her English, her little sister Anna (8) was too cute and loved helping me with carrying my bags and pitching my tent. Waso and Madonna offered me a hearty soup, bread, eggs, apple and some kind of cherry. I’m so glad I met these wonderful people. Thanks a million #Georgia

In Alvani no marshrutka (shared mini-bus) allowed me and my bicycle to drive back to Tbilisi. I started hitching. This handsome man helped me, first with a ride to Telavi and once there helping me with finding a marshrutka that did want to take me. Thanks a lot #Georgia

In Indie Mindi, a nice hostel In Tbilisi, I met funny and sweet Marcel from Germany (also on the road for a while). Sometimes I left town for a couple of days or a week and when I returned he was still around. He fell in love with the city and with its nightlife. Glad I met you Marcel! Enjoy the road and where it brings you #Georgia

I took a mashrutka (minibus) to Car, a mountain village in Azerbaijan. The final stop was Car. A lady (Hawa, left) was carrying a lot of stuff and she invited me to her place. I helped carrying her bags. What I didn’t know was that her house was 1,5 hour walking into the mountains. But the road was just lovely, along a wild river, up and down and over… When we arrived at her house, she started cooking some food. And offered me pasta, egg, cheese, bread, tea and biscuits. So we had lunch together with her husband (Borja) and brother in law (Sasha). When I returned Borja accompanied me for the first half hour because otherwise I would be lost in the wood. Hawa gave me a full bag of chestnuts and nuts for the road. A bag I couldn’t refuse #Azerbaijan

It was in Sheki I met sweet and funny Aylan (left). She was guiding Salwa and Nadhem from the Emirates through Azerbaijan. Aylan speaks at least five languages and is super enthousiastic. She invited me to have lunch with them in the beautiful caravanserai where we met a second time. We spend a really cosy and tasteful afternoon #Azerbaijan

Buying a sim card in #Azerbaijan wasn’t possible without an Azeri passport, these guys said. So the guy on the left, lent me his passport. After buying the sim card I could try halva, one of the famous Sheki sweets in the other guys shop

I broke a spoke and the guy on the left, fixed it in 1,2,3 without even using the special tool for straightening a wheel. The moment I wanted to pay, I couldn’t. Azeri generosity is just wow! #Azerbaijan

I ran out of water. Farid (right) helped me with taking water out of the well in their garden. The boys were good fun and liked cycling my bike too #Azerbaijan

In Baku, the capital of Azerbaijan, my computer was flipping completely. Was it a virus that entered? No idea. Anyhow, these guys from an Apple repair shop helped very good, with lots of patience and just for free #Azerbaijan

There was a sign I couldn’t pass the road to Vanadzor. I saw drivers neglecting the sign, so did I. After 20 kilometer everybody I was passing by made a stop sign. It was not possible, they were working on the road. I had to return. They were making a tunnel. I begged if I couldn’t pass. Thanks to some phone calls of these men, I could #Armenia

When I was riding further and further on the ‘forbidden’ road to Vanadzor I suddenly saw what was going on. They were really making a tunnel, and I really couldn’t pass. But these two strong men helped me crossing the tunnel and opened the iron fence for me #Armenia

It was around 3 pm when I arrived in the small mountain village of Lusashogh. It was -4ºC and this little boy was cycling around without gloves or jacket. He hadn’t cold at all. He liked his bell and used it a lot 😉 I offered him a ride on my bicycle, which he liked too. He called his mom and instantly the whole family came outside and was watching their little boy riding a heavy loaded touring bike #Armenia

I met funny Aleksandra (Slovenia) and Davit (Georgia) in a hostel of Armenia’s capital, Yerevan. We had some nice evening/night chats together, including sharing Davits Georgian cognac, which is really a disgrace if you know that Armenia is known for its cognac. They rent a car to travel around Armenia. The day I was planning to leave they asked me if I wanted to join the ride up to Geghard Monastery. I didn’t have to think twice and was very grateful they invited me to go there because I didn’t have the time anymore to do it myself. I really hope one day I can host them in Ghent #Armenia

Wow, I was so happy to arrive in Turkey. The country was so different and I had for the first time since months a little bit of tail wind. I stopped at a water fountain (in every village you have at least one, I like) and refreshed a bit. This man and his daughter stopped to talk. It was my first encounter with turkish people and it felt great. The man spoke fluent german and said to me that the western part of Turkey is way more modern, so I didn’t have to cover myself with long sleeves and trousers. ‘Check my daughter’ he said, ‘that’s normal here.’ ‘Welcome in Turkey’ #Turkey

In the first city I stopped I bought fruit and bread (well, buying, they actually offered me). The man on the left spoke German. and came over to offer his help… In the cheese shop, with buying a phone card and even with finding a free night stay. That last offer I skipped, I was looking forward to find the perfect camp spot #Turkey

The day before I entered Istanbul, I met these kind cyclists. They started talking to me and slowed down so we cycled at the same pace. So kind. They also adviced me to go to their bike repair shop near Istanbul, Sena Bisiklet, kind guys are working there, they said… #Turkey

My gps didn’t find the address of the bike repair shop I wanted to go to. This friendly man of a petrol station called the shop to get more information. I could also use his phone and internet for other things I had to check. Thank you so much 🙂 #Turkey

I am fond of watermelon and was so glad I saw these watermelon trucks on the road. I wanted to buy a piece. Unfortunately that couldn’t, you had to buy the whole melon. I started talking with the vendor via Google Translate and suddenly, out of the blue, he checked which watermelon he could open for me and let me taste it. I also could taste the other melon, as much as I wanted. I wanted to pay, but that was out of question. So sweet! One of so many tastes of turkish generosity #Turkey

May I present you, the nicest guys from the best bike repair shop in Istanbul/Büyükçekmece (Sena Bisiklet). Really, you have to go there when you’re around. They were just fabulous. Erkan (the man on the left side) is faster than his shadow when it concerns bike repairing. They spolied me so much. Not only with a nice hour in their shop, a free bike maintenance but also with Turkish Delight. Thank you so much guys #Turkey

You can’t believe this… really… I was in the middle of a traffic jam around Istanbul (imagine an eight lane street, one way, cars all around) and Burak (the guy sitting next to me) opened the window of his car and asked me: ‘Do you have a place to sleep?’. He continued by saying he is a warmshowers host and he saw my bags so he thought I could use a bed and shower. We had a small chat along the way, he offered me his gps (mine didn’t find the right address) and was was welcome at his place where he lives with his sister and niece. It was just a wonderfull evening with great talks, good beer, nice food and a lovely view on their roof top terrace. Thank you so much Burak! An unforgettable evening, for sure #Turkey

It was my birthday when I was in Istanbul. My best friends came over to celebrate. They told the realy kind waiter Hasan from Kybele Cafe that at midnight I became a year older. Without knowing anything he arrived at 12 p.m. with a big plate with Turkish pastry and candles to blow. Too sweet! #Turkey

With my friends, I went to see one of the prince islands of Istanbul, Heybeliada. The friendly waiter knew it was my birthday and surprised me with a small birthday cake with a candle on top. Wonderful! #Turkey

Leaving Istanbul was a moment ful of detours. Luckily I met these pizza delivery boys who told me not to continue cycling uphill because I couldn’t cross the bridge with a bicycle. Thanks guys, you saved my muscles #Turkey

In the middle of two villages I met this bunch of people, some family members who were going to a funeral. First I didn’t know that, so we just had a nice chat. Finally, they invited me to the funeral dinner. I felt a bit uncomfortable with the idea going to a funeral dinner from somebody I didn’t know know so I thanked and continued my trip #Turkey

You see a lot of street dogs in Turkey, they’re mostly marked with a chip. I was cycling through an area with remarkable more dogs. Suddenly I understood, they had a good life here. I met these three people from Huysuz İhtiyar who are volunteering by feeding the street dogs three times a week. Isn’t that great? When they left with their van, the dogs were running behind the van for at least a kilometer. Lovely and sad to see #Turkey

It was on the boat from Bodrum to Datça peninsula that I met Arzu and her brother in law Korer from Ankara. It was just after the coup d’etat so there was a lot to talk about. Actually I took a boat to enjoy the scenery but the conversation was so nice and interesting that my eyes and ears were only direction these two nice people. Hope you’ll stay safe #Turkey

I was mailing on a terrace in Datça to find a place to sleep for the night (via couchsurfing or warmshowers). Unfortunately I was a bit too late with my request so the people didn’t answer. Inge and Cem from The Netherlands were sitting at my table too, we started talking. One hour later they showed me the free room in their appartment. We also went to a friends place and had there a lovely barbecue. It was once again an unforgettable evening. Thanks a lot sweet Inge and Cem for the lovely time #DatçaPeninsula #Turkey

I was camping not so far from Knidos on Datça peninsula. I had a beach and bay just for myself, wonderful. There was only one problem I didn’t had enough water for washing, drinking and cooking. Luckily, this sweet man passed by. He lived not so far from the beach. He asked me if I needed some water. Was I drying out that much that he saw that I was in need of water? I could join him to his house and he was very proud to show me his garden full of fruit and vegetables. He gave me his phone number so I could call him if something happened during the night… so sweet! #Turkey

And again I was running out of water. So I stopped at this house to ask for water. They filled my bottle and gave me a big bag full of lovely tomatoes from the garden #BozburunPeninsula #Turkey

Because of the heat (44º C) the new asphalt sticks not only on my sandals and pedals, but also on my tires. The tire tread disappeared in no time. These young and most friendly guys helped me removing it. They didn’t want me to pay for it. I didn’t want to let this happen #Turkey

In Dalyan I stayed on a campsite for a couple of days. I was sick and had to rest. The fourth day it was time for some action. I met German Sandra and Tobi on a boat trip. The trip wasn’t so special but the nice encounter was worth it. Have a lovely trip towards India sweet Sandra and Tobi, hope you’ll have the time of your life! Check Hippie at Heart on facebook to read their nice on the road (with their VW van) stories #Turkey

I was cycling on my way to Pamukkale, near Göcek. This man, Faruk, opened the window of his camper and told me I couldn’t cycle further. There’s a tunnel only allowed for vehicles with engine. He could give me a ride or I could cycle 13 kilometers extra in the mountains. I knew what to choose. Thanks for the ride Faruk! #Turkey

On the mountainroad to Pamukkale it was harsh cycling, temperatures above 40 degrees and a lot of 8-11% climbing. Luckily there were fountains now and then. This sweet man, Mohammed, who has a tea and corn stall, invited me to have a seat, gave me a couple of yellow fluorescent teas and a towel where I could sleep on. He also called somebody who spoke English to ask that person if I was in need of something… He was so great! Thanks for the nice pause Mohammed! #Turkey

I was cycling on a mountainroad. Not so far from a village I found a lovely fig tree near lots of olive trees, the perfect spot to camp. Suddenly a motor with a man and a woman arrived on my terrain. It was actually theirs. They invited me to their barbecue in the fields #Turkey

It was in Denizli (near Pamukkale) that I stayed in warmshowers host Barbaros house. He was so welcoming, offered me a good bed, a great shower, the most lovely food (also a big thank you to his mum, the best cook of Turkey), tips to cycle through Turkey and Georgia and very very interesting conversations. He knows so much about his country and the political situation there. He also cleaned the chain of my bike like a professional. The picture is taken on his terrace. Four years ago, the mosque in the back was build. Every time there’s a call to prayer, he plays a cassette of Metallica and turns on the volume. How funny is that 😉 Thank you so much Barbaros for this unforgettable stay #Turkey

Because of the heat I start cycling at 7 a.m (or earlier). It was in a very tiny village, I ran out of food for breakfast and was really glad to find this little shop open. The friendly man offered me a chair and table, a newspaper as tablecloth and called a villager (who spoke german) in the street inside so we could talk. When I left, he waved me goodbye but first he went inside to take a bar of chocolate and offered it to me #Turkey

Gas stations are my favorite spot to refuel electricity. Every time I meet sweet people there. Here the family of the man who is working in the gas station came over to check who I am and what I do in their country. They offered me ‘karpuz’ (watermelon), home baked ‘ekmek’ (bread), ‘su’ (water) and ‘çay’ (tea). They wanted to give me more, I couldn’t except. ‘Trop est trop’. Actually this time I wanted to rest on the couch, but I couldn’t 😉 #Turkey

I camped in the middle of the fields. I didn’t saw any house around. This man with his cute and very shy little daughter came along. He explained (in Turkish) to me I couldn’t camp there. In one or two hours at least 10 or 20 sounders of pigs would come to the fields. And probably more, because it would rain and wild boars love mud to wash themselves. I was to lazy and into some adventure. So I stayed there. He gave me his phone number in case something would happen. The next day he came over to check if I was still alve 😉 #Turkey

That same evening two other motorcycles passed by. These guys were the last who came along. They told me there are also snakes. So it would be better if I leave the place. I stayed. The next morning they came again, invited me for breakfast (mine was just finished) and had a ride on my bike #Turkey

On the road to Cappadocia I met this beautiful Dutch/Turkish family. They passed by with their car and stopped. They were here to visit their family during their holiday. We had a little chat and waved goodbye. A couple of minutes later I saw their car again. They stopped and invited me at their families house to eat, refresh and have a rest. I wanted to continue my journey, so I said no but was amazingly pleased with the kind invitation #Turkey

I was interested in the sunflower field next to the working place of the ladies (they were standing on a truck while cleaning carpets). The sunflowers were covered in colorful plastic bags, to catch the seeds. I asked to take a picture of the sunflowers. Suddenly I was offered lots of yummy watermelon and a bag full of organic tomatoes and cucumber #Turkey

In Göreme I stayed on a beautiful camping with a stunning view on the Cappadocian mountains (red and rose valley). The owner and staff were the most friendly people. This man was called ‘my person’, according the owner (he didn’t know the word ‘staff’). He was too sweet. While I was working on a blogpost he brought me a hot meal, çay (off course) and cookies. Later that day he brought me again a hot meal. That night I couldn’t sleep because of all the food he offered me #Turkey

Meet lovely Lottie and Ross from the UK, in total they will be six months on the road. Not only they are lovely, also their bicycles are (check breadwinner cycles). It was great to meet them. Now and than I also met them on the road and we finally decided to cycle two days together, had a picknick and camped together as well. Good fun! Hope to see you later guys. Meanwhile enjoy the rest of your trip #Turkey

These men were having a break in the shade next to all sunflower seeds. I asked them if I could take a picture from the seeds. We started talking a bit and I got some explanation of the procedure. They gave me a bag with seeds for the road. Way to much seeds, way to much kilos #Turkey

It was 30 kilometre before Nurhak that the family Gunes stopped with their car when they passed me. Meral asked me ‘Qu’est-ce que tu fais ici?’. I explained I was taking a picture and that I was on my way to Taiwan. She asked me if I wanted a place to stay. They were visiting their family in Nurhak (they live in Nancy, France). Because I was camping already 7 days, a bed and shower were very welcome, so I said yes. It was a very cosy evening at their house with a lovely shower and great dinner. Thank you so much Mehmet, Meral, Toprak (3,5) and Hasan-Dogu (6,5) #Turkey

After I left Nurhak there was this little climb. Ibrahim, the man on the picture, started spontaneously pushing my bike. It was really hilarious. I was cycling, he was running and pushing, till the top. We couldn’t stop laughing. What a nice encounter 🙂 #Turkey

That same day I met another Ibrahim, sitting on his donkey, riding to his field. He invited me to his place, down in the valley, to eat üzüm (grapes) together. I refused because I wasn’t into climbing from the valley to the main road again. But it was just a nice encounter #Turkey

It’s not always easy to find a campspot. I saw a little wood and thought that would be the perfect place to camp. Till I came closer, the wood was surrounded by a high fence and belonged to Yaman gas company. I asked the guardian (left on the picture) if I could camp there. He asked the owners of the company (right on the picture). I couldn’t sleep in the wood, it was to close to the gas and they didn’t find that a safe spot. After cooking dinner for the guardian and me, I slept under the grapevines next to the guardians small building. In company of lots of ants and mosquitos Despite that I was very glad I had a place to stay #Turkey

I wanted to buy some fruits and this young vendor offered me tomatoes for free. ‘Because you’re my sister’ he said. Soooo sweet #Turkey

On my way to Nemrut (2150m) I knew there was some very steep climbing (average 13-18%). An ascent I knew I had to descend again because I couldn’t cross the mountain. Because of that I hided most of my luggage in a deserted cabin in a village 20 km from the top. After 11 kilometers I passed a kind of restaurant/hotel (deserted). Zaynal, the guy of the restaurant (picture) offered me lots of tea, a place to sleep (which I thanked for) and he also told me that I could cross the mountain. He said that he would go and find my luggage and bring it to me. Meanwhile I could cycle to the top in the most luxurious position (with only a small bag and the bag in front of me). Wow, what a difference. #Turkey

Crossing the top of Nemrut (2150m) wasn’t that easy as I thought. There were first many, many stairs and after that lots of stones and rocks to cross. The man with the blue shirt started talking to me in French (they are Turkish people living in France). He asked me why I did this trip. After explaining the trientrapt story, Hussein, the man in the left offered me just like that 100 turkish lira (€30) for my project. I couldn’t believe it. Sooooo friendly! 100 % of happiness #Turkey

The last stretch to go to Nemrut (2150 m) was with stairs, stones and little rocks. I wanted to see the sunset and I wasn’t allowed to camp on top (there were guardians with guns). So I asked these two men (Mehmet and Sadin) if I could camp next to their cafetaria, 600 m before the top. It was really, really, really windy. They offered me a night stay for only 10 turkish lira. We ate together menemen (a typical Turkish egg plate). Thank you guys #Turkey

I cycled together with Lottie and Ross from the UK. Finding a campspot in the mountain area we were cycling through, wasn’t that easy. Ross asked this very kind man (Memet) if we could camp on his field. It was possible. That evening he offered us a bag with tomatoes and onions. In the mornig he offered us a bag with dried apricots and dried mulberries. More than enough for the three of us. Wow, thank you so much Memet! #Turkey

In a small village I passed, one of so many, I wanted to buy ekmek (bread), peynir (cheese) and domates (tomatoes). The guy of the shop couldn’t help me. He felt so sorry that he instantly conjured a hot meal for me. I couldn’t resist, that was out of question. As a dessert I received fresh water melon. Alişan, just a lovely guy #Turkey

I had some lovely cycling along the river Euphrate. I entered the beautiful village Kemaliye, and passed by this ‘market’. Osman, the boy right, spoke very well English and was really kind. He is studying in Ankara. It was his fathers shop (in the middle). I wanted to buy one, max. two roll(s) of toiletpaper (it’s hard to carry six rolls). They only had packages of six. But suddenly they found a package of two, old, dusty rolls. They didn’t dare to sell it to me, so gave it as a present. How sweet! While I was sitting in front of the shop, eating bread and cheese. They came over with cheese from the region, a present as well. When I left, they quickly gave me a bag full of dried mulberries. I was way too spoiled by this lovely family #Turkey

Normally in Turkey you find everywhere water fountains or small shops. On day 152th of my trip I cycled already half a day and I couldn’t find anything, not even a house. Suddenly I passed this one. I stopped to ask the people, sitting on their terrace, if I could have some water. I could. They also offered me tea, breath, cheese and cucumber. They called their son (who speaks English) to ask me if I needed something. Turkish hospitality is everywhere #Turkey

I thought I had my last Turkish climb yesterday. But I didn’t know that on the way to the national park I wanted to cycle through there was very steep dirt road uphill. That meant pushing my bike. I asked locals how many kilometers the pass was. 5 kilometers they said. 2 kilometers further I asked again how far it was: 5 kilometer was the answer. And a third time I asked it, I got the same answer… I was getting tired of all the climbing the last days, weeks, months. When this truck passed by and stopped to ask me if I needed a lift, I said ‘yes’. I couldn’t believe myself that I said that, suddenly the road wasn’t that steep anymore… You can imagine that I felt horrible. And also, it was only 1,8 kilometer to the top. Anyhow these people were very kind to me and the last kilometer to the top would have been a pushing moment again 😉 #Turkey

Going down is normally one big party. This time (my last downhill in Turkey, going from 2500 to 0), was a very bad downhill road but a memorable one. It started with mist, changed into mist and rain, and changed a thirth time into tunder and lightning, oh and rain. I was completely alone, the road became very bad, putholes, stones, mud. I was realising that if I would fall nobody would find me. After kilometers of descending at slow pace I suddenly saw a truck and two men. I asked them if they were planning to go downhill. They were! For the complete 7 kilometers I got a hitch of these two kind men. Wow, great, finally a bit warmer. On the picture you would think the weather is great, well it wasn’t. After one minute it turned into tunder and lightning, they followed up each other that fast that I couldn’t count which one was first. In one two three, I was completely soaked. But hey, thank you guys for the warm 7 kilometers #grateful #Turkey

When I came back to civilization, after my unforgettable descent, I stopped in the first village were I saw a mosque. I wanted to ask the Iman if I could sleep in the mosque. He wasn’t there. The man in the back of the picture (right) did so many effort, in the non stop rain, to find a solution for me. He ran from here to there and back. And he found one. The mayor, Yusuf (left) wanted to drive me to Trabzon. That was a thing I didn’t want. I ended up sleeping next door, in the barbers place, in the back, there was a bed. O, because of the bad weather there was no more electricity in the village. We had some light thanks to a big battery ans some led lights from the mayor. The next morning Yussef came over to have breakfast with me #wow #Turkey

In Trabzon I had to take care of my bicycle. I had to mount new chainrings and chain. I missed one big allen key. Hasan made a lot of effort finding one. He also has a garage, I could use his place to work on my bicycle. I could also use some of his power to help me with detaching the old chainrings. Thanks a lot Hasan, it was a pleasure meeting you #Turkey

I needed benzin for my cooking stove. Unfortunately, this kind man told me that he was sold out. Instead of helping me with the benzin, he offered me cookies and I could taste from his home made honey #Bulgaria

I was warned about all the gypsies. People told me I couldn’t camp around, it was way too dangerous. They told me the police would have an option. I was already dreaming of sleeping in jail for a night, exciting… But the police office was closed. I asked on the terrace of the benzin station of Karapelit if somebody had a sollution for me. The men started calling around and offered me a beer and chips. Suddenly Ivan (left on the picture), the mayor, appeared, he had a solution. I could sleep for free in the hotel of his father in his village. Wow, grateful, thank you so much Ivan! #Bulgaria

I didn’t find the camp site in Sarafovo, so I was looking for a place to camp. Not so easy in a coast town. I cycled too much that day and was too tired that I asked to Todor, the man on the picture, if I could camp in front of their house. He called his sweet daughter Gabi (Gabriela, 12) who speaks English, to come over and talk with me. At the end of the evening I could stay there for dinner (Gabi her mum Kalinka is the best cook of Bulgaria, for sure) and could sleep on the outdoor covered terrace. The next morning Gabi made me a yummy breakfast and a very nice drawing, she is so creative. I felt sorry to leave, but Istanbul and the girls (#bff) were waiting for me. You can’t imagine how lucky I felt to meet such a warm and lovely family, amazing. Lots of love for all of you xx #Bulgaria

It was already quite late when I crossed the border and arrived at Sighetu Marmaţiei. This nice guy helped me to find a nice and cheap place to stay #Romania

I heard already so much about the hospitality of the Romanian people. I was cycling only 19 kilometer in this country and this group (family, neighbours) started talking to me. First the little child was begging for money, later when a guy who spoke English, explained that I was actually the one who was begging for money (for WWF and UNICEF), they also had to laugh. They offered me a night stay, because the mom was the opinion that you can’t camp in such bad weather. I had to continue my journey because WWF Baia Mare was waiting for me #Romania

Calin and Stefan from the WWF office in Baia Mare didn’t only overwhelmed me with tons of information about their projects but also with a yummy pizza #WWF #Romania

I entered a very small village, next to a river. There was music everywhere, people were in the street and kids were playing. A lovely atmosphere all around. A woman spoke Italian, I spoke Spanish, we could communicate like that. Not only the sun was shining… #Romania

I didn’t only receive tap water but also a plastic bag full of yummy, fresh strawberries from their garden #Romania

I wanted to take a picture from the horse with carriage. The man saw it and came instantly posing for the camera. His modelling career began #Romania

With my few Polish vocabulary I started communicating with the man. He wasn’t really reacting. Strange! I didn’t realise he was already a bit deaf #Romania

Wow, finally I reached the pass and checked this place for a nice camping spot. Suddenly I heard a lot of sheeps (1000 to be precise) and saw a few sheppards. This man wanted to help me to go to the next village (he even draw the directions, a house and river on a paper), he didn’t realise that actually I wanted to camp there #Romania

It was nice to talk English in a small village like Doda Pilii. Thanks Tibi and Stefan for the chat! #Romania

Another pass was almost reached. The man in front asked my age and where I sleep. He had a good idea. I didn’t have to sleep alone in my tent. I could stay in his house and sleep there with two men. Yeah right 😉 #Romania

I met these four very kind German friends in a pension in Garda de Sus. I asked them some information about hiking to a cave. They invited me to have a seat and a beer. Cosy evening #Romania

I asked the neighbours of family Màgurean (picture) if I could camp in their garden. When I saw the surface it wasn’t the ideal spot (cobblestones and mud all around). So the man asked this family if I could camp here. It was possible 🙂 We communicated a whole evening via Google translate and they spoiled me with lovely pancakes and a barbecue. Thank you so much Dana, Sorin, Alin, Andrei and Bogdan for this unforgettable night #Romania

I saw the colorful bee truck along the way and took a picture. The man started talking to me. Apparently he also spoke Spanish, because he lived their a couple of years. It was very sad to hear his story. Normally he could sell the honey to a company in the Netherlands but now, they don’t wanna buy it anymore. There was also too much rain so he didn’t have enough honey to sell. A nice guy with bad luck. I really hope the weather changed fast for him #Romania

I passed by this shop to buy some food. These guys were customers too. It was friday evening, the weekend started… with a beer for them and a coke for me. They really insisted to have a drink at their expense. Very kind and funny guys. The one on the left worked once in Dublin, so the communication went well in English #Romania

Oooh, I will never forget this family. I asked for some water, so I could wash myself later in the evening. They came over with a big tub full of water, soap, a towel, home baked cake, fresh lemon juice… they were also proud to show their pigs and chickens. We couldn’t talk because of language barrier but the man was so good in body language that we constantly had to laugh with the things he wanted to explain. He also adviced me to go to the nearby beautiful nature reserve Cheile Turului #Romania

This is his friend, having their beer in the carriage #Romania

I was sitting in front of a shop to have my picknick. This man started talking to me. Or actually feeding me. He gave me two yoghurts and a can of coke, just like that. When he saw I was finished, he offered me a new one. So did his friend (see the next picture). Two funny men who also liked a beer, or two, three 😉 #Romania

I was already at the foot of Transalpina. This time I wanted to SEE the mountains and passes I was cycling through/over, so I decided to wait a day in a hotel till the rain left this stunning region. The lady of the house offered me a really good price and a very kind welcome #Romania

I couldn’t find a flat place to camp in this region. This woman came spontaniously to me and told me that I could camp in the garden of a summer house from a woman she knew. Later on, the lady of the house passed by, she offered me the key of the house so I could use the kitchen and shower too. An hour later, I got a visit from the first woman again, together with her eleven year old daughter who made this nice drawing for me #Romania

I cycled along a school and these curious kids we’re yelling at me to stop, they wanted me to take a picture from them 🙂 #Romania

That same day, 20 kilometers further, I was looking for a shop to buy food, to recharge again. The woman in the middle, is the bar owner, she told me where I could go to and offered me a coke, just like that #hospitality #Romania

On top of Transfăgărășan there was mist and a cold wind. My clothes were soaked. This very kind mountain rescue ranger invited me for a hot tea inside. I also could change some clothes before descending the 2134m pass. Lovely! #Romania

Before descending Transfăgărășan I had to lift my bicycle and luggage over this fence. Luckily this kind couple was around to help me. Thanks a lot Jay and girlfriend #Romania

You can’t believe this… After 3 days of cycling from Transalpina to Transfăgărășan I met wonderful Alexandra in the streets of Cârțișoara, a small village on the foot of Transfăgărășan. She saw me checking my map and gps, came to me and asked if she could help me. I just said that I needed money from an ATM because I had to stay in a hotel while my tent was soaked. Instantly she invited me to stay at their home, they had a campfire with friends and I was very welcome to join them. So much love and warmth after a cold and tough day of cycling is a feeling I’ll never forget. The next morning she spoiled with a lovely healthy breakfast. Alexandra, Stefan, Iana, Teea and Vlad, you’re always in my heart and I really hope to welcome you one day in Belgium too. Unfortunately Iana is not on the picture, she went already to school #Romania

My legs needed some rest and I made already a lot of detours in Romania. So I decided to hitchhike to the beautiful Transsylvanian city Sighișoara. Aurel, a retired electrical engineer was my first ‘catch’. Thanks for the cosy first 10 kilometers #Romania

These friendly shepherds (man, wife and two guys in the back) didn’t only give me a ride a bit further, but the man in front also offered me a night stay at his house in Bran. I already had a place to stay but it was very kind though. Oh, I also heard some noice in the trunk of the car, five little dogs were going to guide thousand sheeps they were riding to #Romania

This Orthodox priest was on his way to visit a friend in Sighișoara. Yeah, my lucky shot, after 3 hours I arrived on my destination #Romania

On my way back from touristy Sighișoara to Făgăraș, Adrian, who has a printing office, was the second car who gave me a ride. After I walked already 30 minutes and started to become afraid that I had to walk the 60 kilometers back to the hotel. Thank you so much Adrian, also for the nice chat and company #Romania

Teoooo… How sweet, lovely and sportive can you be! Not only she, but her whole family were sooo welcoming to me. They spoiled me way too much. Normally, as a warmshowers guest, you cook for the host, but right now, I really couldn’t. After almost 3 months on the road, it felt really good to sit once again at a table with a whole family enjoying dinner together. To be honest: her mum is the best cook of Romania, for sure. Teo also gave me tons of good advices and places to see in Romania. It’s so nice to see that she also enjoys her country as much as I do. Thanks a billion Teo! I hope I can once welcome you once in Belgium too #Romania

Via Teo (my warmshowers host in Bran) I learned to know another host a bit futher in Brașov. Great 🙂 Radu is a very experienced world tourer who cycled through a lot of countries I will cycle through. He overloaded me (in the positive way) with tons of interesting information of cycling east, with a yummy lentils dish, an evening walk to a hill with great overview on ‘Brașov by night’ and ‘power eggs’ in the morning. Hope to welcome you and your wife once in Belgium, and sorry, we don’t have mountains 😉 #Romania

It’s always nice to get off the main roads. You start cycling through villages, on dirt road, people are a bit curious and start talking more easily. Like these two men. I like those unexpected encounters. They always give me new energy and things to think about #Romania

Ioana, crazy Ioana, how I like that girl 🙂 Although she didn’t speak English, she started a conversation with me. We were both cycling. She didn’t understand how I could cycle uphill, while she was walking next to her bike, pushing him and suffering from the heat. We stopped together at a well to drink some water and continued cycling. When the road was downhill she was stretching one arm above her head and, because her brake didn’t work, held one foot on her rear tire, but didn’t use it that much. Small detail, it was dirt road 🙂 Actually she past her village already but wanted to continue cycling with me. Her friend joined us. Before saying goodbye, we picked, like naughty children, cherries from the tree on the picture. Ioana, although you don’t like cycling, I really hope you once become a professional downhill rider. You would be a champ, for sure! #Romania

I love it when people just come over to start chatting with me. Like here, I was having a picknick near this lake. The cute farmer came over to have a chat and invited me to camp at his farm. Unfortunately, I had to continue my trip #Romania

Can you imagine a camp site where you don’t have to pay? Well, it exists in Greci, in the east of Romania. An old very sweet couple runs a small campsite there. You don’t have to pay, there’s a box on the table and you can put money in it if you want to #Romania

I was cycling in the Danube Delta. The Delta was just for myself, nobody on the road, except (in the other direction) this most friendly man Calin from #SulinaFabuloasă (check facebook, he organises kayak tours through the delta). I had to cross a river two times, the first time he helped me by carrying my luggage because it was too deep to cross it with my front rollers #Romania

It was a Sunday in June, I arrived in Sfântu Gheorghe, a fishing village in east Romania. I wanted to buy some food but checked first the beautiful, colourful garden of this sweet lady Agafia. She started talking to me (in Romanian) and explained that the shops were closed. I had to wait for a minute, she said. She came back with home made bread, 10 eggs and a huge piece of goat cheese, all from the house. It was just unbelievable. People in the Danube Delta earn € 200/month and food costs a bit less than in Belgium. This woman was so, so sweet. We said goodbye with a really big hug #Romania

It was around 4 p.m., I was sitting in a bar in Jurilovca, waiting for the rain to stop. Unfortunately it didn’t. This woman with her three kids entered the bar and sat next to me. She started talking and immediately offered me a night stay. Her man was working abroad, so she said five woman in the house would be very cosy. An unforgettable evening with some beers and nice talks #Romania

Due to a lack of time, I had to hitchhike from Constanța to Bucharest, 220 kilometer to the west. Alexander, a wonderful guy, gave me a first ride. He partially lives in Romania, partially in France. He wants to become an officer on a boat. I really hope he succeeds. Lots of luck Alexander and thank you so much for the nice chat and ride #Romania

These two men were my second ride towards Bucharest. Again, very nice people. The one in the left spoke English, the one in the right, French. Great company, nice chats. Thank you guys! #Romania

I felt really sad leaving Romania, that beautiful country with its people I really love. I had to take a ferry to cross the border. As a nice goodbye I met this sympathetic couple. I had a great chat and they offered me water and a Mars for the road #Romania

My first real cycling day in Ukraine was one of heavy non stop rain, so I had to look for shelter now and then. The woman owns the shop next door. Because my solar panels failed, I had to ask her to charge my gps, she showed me the way to the bar/hostel of her husband and son. When I told them about my project, they offered me a coffee, some cake and also one dollar for UNICEF and WWF. I really couldn’t accept, I thought they felt obliged and misunderstood why I was telling about it #sweet #Ukraine

I had already brake problems during the day and I was really behind schedule. I arrived late in the evening in rainy Mizhhiria. I coudn’t find a free or cheap option to stay. So I went to the only hotel in town, a fancy Spa resort and asked if they could help me. Luckily this sweet girl at the reception spoke English. Her manager Max drove me to a good and affordable place to stay #grateful #Ukraine

With my last Hryvnias I wanted to buy two bananas and some strawberries. The man was so kind to give me more strawberries, a bag of cherries, apricots, apples and a nectarine #Ukraine

Here is sweet Klaudia who showed me the way to the boarding school, a cheap place in Auschwitz where I could stay for the night. She was so great and helpful. Good fun! #Poland

A warm shower was so welcome after my cold and rainy day. Funny Agata spoiled me not only with a shower, her bed and good pancakes. Laughter and good conversations reheated my day in Krakow.

When you’re surfing Adrian’s couch you’ll be welcomed with the best vegetable welcome juice ever, a crazy Krakow nightlife and addictive vodka shots. Cheers! #Poland

Did I tell you already that there are so many helpful people in the streets of Poland? Sweet Lina and Jacek are one of them #Krakow #Poland

I told the man about my plan crossing the nature park in the Tatra Mountains. He said it was impossible, it was too steep and offroad. With all the good advice in my pocket, I started the following morning crossing that nature park. I was excited, it would be beautiful… 2 kilometers later I had to return. From 11 to 17% of ascent, mud, stones, really bad surface, heavy loaded and pushing the bike… #stubborn #pushbike #beautiful #Poland

That same day it was really hot and I had to push my bike a loooong way. Small dogs were barking at me, I barked back and asked them why they did that, I wasn’t evil. I didn’t know an old lady was watching me from behind the bushes. Oops, I saw her and asked in my best polish sign language if she could give me some tap water. She did and started a conversation in her best polish sign language #cute #Poland

In Ghent, Rotterdam and Rabka (Poland) they tried to fix that annoying sound of my peeping brakes. In the end nobody succeeded, till I met this bike mechanic Jan Pajor in Chabówka, my hero of the day. He kissed my hand when saying goodbye. I melted #Poland

I was on my way to see the beautiful Morskie Oko lake in the High Tatra (Carpathians). This lovely couple from Krakow and I had the same speed. We started talking, didn’t feel the rain anymore and suddenly we were in front of that awesome lake. As if their company wasn’t enough, they spoiled me with a warm soup in the hut next to the lake #great #Poland

I just crossed the border to Slovakia, soaked. Was looking for dry shelter. This man let me sleep in the conference room of the hostel, for free. The next morning he proudly came with a tray to the room to offer me a typical Slovakian breakfast: hot sausage, mustard, bread and Slivovitz. My heart broke when I had to tell him I’m a vegetarian… 😦 #Slovakia

I met this sweet couple, with a little number three on his way, at this beautiful abandoned sanitary complex. They told me that the building and all the others in the surroundings were bought by a miljonair. Luckily, they are renovating it. #Poland

Amazing how caring some people can be. This family was walking in the street. The woman saw me taking water from the river. She immediately invited me to her house. There was good water. Ooh, and also rice cakes and nuts #Poland

For a change, I had a rainy day and a wet tent, that I couldn’t dry during the day. I was looking for shelter. With the most important Polish words (tent, rain, wet, shelter) this man understood what I was looking for. He cycled with me to this cabin in the garden of family. They weren’t around. I had to wait for one hour till the family came back from work. And -yeah- I could stay there #happy #lucky #Poland

This is the woman of the cabin. Her husband and son (who spoke a bit English) pampered me with a couple of hot teas, a real bed and a dry night. A good souvenir for the last Polish night #Poland

I couldn’t cross the border with Poland and Ukraine. I had to return for 50 kilometer to see the other border crossing point. It would be a detour of 150 kilometer. And actually that border was only meant for cars and busses, not for cyclists. So it wasn’t sure that I could cross that one. This hiking couple proposed me a lift to a place nearer to another border where it was possible. So I didn’t had to cycle what I cycled already -whew- #Poland

On my second day in Czech Republic I bumped into this guy, a nice cross country mountainbiker. He was quiet impressed about my journey😉 and wanted an interview for their local newspaper. He invited me for a coffee. The bar was closed, so we talked just in front. Nice meeting you #CzechRepublic

Paulina, sweet Paulina, lives in Prague, originally from Slovakia, met her via warmshowers.org, slept at her place, went together to the farmers market and had really nice chats #CzechRepublic

Nina (Germany) & Dante (Argentina), the most adorable couple in Prague. I could live with them in their beautiful apartment. First one day, then two… it was way too nice to leave. We cycled together on Prague’s Critical Mass and went in the evening to a hardcore street concert. We shared (cycle) stories and cooked together yummy vegetarian meals. In other words, a wonderful time with a wonderful people. Thank you so much Nina and Dante! #CzechRepublic

This lady was more into offering water than the cat. The cat on the other hand was more into posing the lady #CzechRepublic

On my way to viewpoint Kozakov I stopped to read the information board. Suddenly this Bianchi-man was standing next to me. Two hours later we were still there, chatting. I like this kind of unexpected encounters and especially when the sun shows up after many rainy days #CzechRepublic

Viewpoint Kozakov… I’ll finally reached it. It’s a mekka for paragliders. I was sitting there for quit a while and watched all paragliders going up (and down) or at least trying to. The paraglider in front started talking to me. He told me tips and tricks on how to paraglide. Something extra for my bucketlist #CzechRepublic

On a Friday evening in April I met Matej filming in the streets of Broumov. It was already dark (I walked too long in the beautiful Broumovsko National Park) and didn’t find a safe spot to camp. I’ll asked the guy if he lived in the neighbourhood and if they had a garden where I could pitch my tent. Together we went to his house. Daddy Mike said it was fine. While pitching my tent he came over with a bottle of Slivovitch and two tiny glasses. A little shot was my welcome. Because you can’t stand on one leg, he offered me a second one. A bit later daughter Dominika brought me a sandwich and a bottle of hot water for tea. And when I was completely installed I was invited in the house where more tea, Slivovitch and appetizers were served on a tray of… Unicef 🙂 The next morning I could join a great breakfast. My last night in Czech Republic was really memorable thanks to this warm encounter. Thank you so much Lenka, Mike, Matej and Dominika #CzechRepublic

I always like meeting children. Language barrier is less a problem. They just talk in their language, I talk in mine. When seeing my bike they became instantly enthusiastic and helped me pushing it for quite a while on steep terrain. Thanks guys #CzechRepublic

Be awakened by the neighing of a horse was slightly different then the singing of birds. After a rainy day I was so glad that this kind man, owner of 50 horses, let me sleep in his stable, on a bed. I wiped the stable in return 😉 #Germany

My personal gps in Mainz. They accompanied me through the whole town to go to the place where I had to be, great! #Germany

It was dark and cold and they welcomed me with a night stay in their warm cellar, lovely! #Germany

Her mom was the only one in the street who was kind to me. And this little girl was adorable #Germany

The man with a huge collection of all vintage bicycles. He showed me his paradise. I became wild 😉 #Germany

A cute housekeeper offered me quiet sneeky a bottle of water #Germany

My warm and lovely family who is always there for me. Here again with a nice surprise act… my first night stay all together in the great B&B/bar: ‘In de bareel’.

Second day, my front roller let me down. Super sympathetic Inge (right) brought me without hesitation to the nearest bike shop to find the exact screw. Back on track 🙂

Thomas, working in his garage, found it more than usual that I put my tent in their garden. ‘We like that’ he said. Well, I also did 🙂

When I rang the door, this man was proud to show me his lovely vintage bike, offered me a lemonade and filled my bottle with water. I’m off again.

Oh gosh, they spoiled me… A nice spot in the garden, a great chat and lovely shower and breakfast. What do you want more to start a rainy day 😉

Warm welcome, great garden and some electricity in the house, I like.

Great people and a luckily ‘dry’ welcome at the desk of the ‘Sirop de Liège’ factory. Thanks for the cards and nice chat.