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From Azur to Provence

18 Nov


La Côte d’Azur is a nice region. Too developed, from a touristic point of view, though. It was hard to find places to camp easily, as every square meter belongs to someone, and most beaches are not wild at all. The roads were good, the weather as well, so we couldn’t complain too much. Also, we could get to the sea at all time. And there is nothing better than having a swim to wake up! We had a quick stop in Nice, where we met art teaching of Nico’s high school, whom we visited the old town with, and ate some of the delicacies, including salade niçoise.

With Brigitte

Nice, old town

We said goodbye to the sea and started our ascension towards the north, cycling through vineyards. Vineyards, everywhere. And at the right time : it is vandanges time, meaning that the grapes are ready to be picked up and start the wine making process. We spent a couple of night sleeping among the grapes, and found friendly winemaker who, beside letting us sleep on their land, always gave us bottles of wine from their production, as well as some of their local products : tomatoes, dry meat or pâté have been our daily meals.
We found out about a small music festival in Aix-en-Provence, Zik Zac, and decided to go there…which allowed us to have a relaxed day in Provence. We cycled by the Sainte Victoire mountain, and observed locals playing ‘petanque’ in remote villages.

Camping in the wineyards

Sainte Victoire

am I closer???

We arrived in the late afternoon at the festival, where we found very friendly atmosphere. Musical discoveries of the day included Isaya, the -local- band of 2 twin sisters singing folk ballads, and Dabi Toure, a Mauritanian singer.

We gave one of our Kyrgyz hat to a bar tender, and got free drinks all night. Talking about hats, we gave one as well to a friendly cap collector who was hanging out with us, and he was so happy about the story that he started crying of joy when we gave him! Unbelievable. We ended up with the organizers at the ‘VIP party’ -where there weren’t that many VIP’s-, and enjoyed this warm night of late summer until the early morning. We got to sleep at some random place in the area, under the big bridge of Aix en Provence.

Making Zig Zag at Zik Zac Festival

We weren’t too fresh the next day, but had to get to Carpentras to meet Nico’s family, which was taking some days off. A slight downhill lasted for dozens of kilometers, which made it hard to not fall asleep on the road. Coffee breaks and music in the ears helped us getting there still awake 🙂

Ligurian coast

2 Nov

We spent the next three days on the ligurian coast, following the road, next to the sea, which wasn’t too interesting : lots of building, and not much room left for nature and empty spaces.

At least we could enjoy some swiming time in the Adriatic sea heading up to the french border. Nothing else to say excepted a camper almost crashed us about 4 am! Right, we were sleeping on reserved camper parking but still… it hit our bikes but fortunately not our heads! and only some little damage on the bikes. The day after we slept in a nice BnB up hill Sanremo as Yves was boarderline ill (most likely due to the seasonal change) and got ready to go to France, and see what kind of adventures were waiting for us in the last country we would visit before getting back to Belgium.

Genova

2 Nov

Entering the city has been quite complicated, as it is divided in two parts with a motorway in the middle. We struggled to get into the center but finally made it. A guy in his worker’s outfit started talking to us while riding his scooter. He seemed to like cyclists and cheered us when we told him where we were coming from. We then asked him where was Piazza Alimonda, where we had to meet our friend Giacomo, and he got emotional. He kindly invited us to his flat, and explained us that his dear friend Carlo Giuliani got shot during the G8 in Genova, right where we were about to go.

Piazza Alimonda

David and his french speaking girlfriend told us a lot about the tensions between the youth and the police in Genoa, and the confrontations they were having with the authorities since the G8. We were having a nice little talk about political activism but already had to go to meet Giacomo, as we were going to sleep in his flat. David and Francesca invited us for dinner the day after, as there was a big (activists) party going on somewhere in the hills. We then met Giacomo and his flatmates, all involved in the music/arts business, and spent a pretty cool evening with them in the center, hit some bars where Giacomo’s friend were playing music, then spent the rest of the night in the streets of the city center.

Giacomo

The rest of the week end has been epic :  after dinner with our activists friends, we went high up in the hills to enjoy Genova’s landscapes, then David drove us and friends to a squat, full of punks, rastas and rudeboys, where there were politically engaged hip hop concerts, cheap beer and horrible sound. And a great atmosphere. On the way back, at around 3AM, he offered to drive us to a free party in an abandoned fort on the top of the hill, on one of the highest point of Genoa. We obviously accepted and spend the late night/early morning there, enjoying the sunrise over Genova with the sound on minimal techno. Unreal week end it was!

A good way to get ready

On the way to the top

Revolution has to rise up

Some mountains before Genova

15 Oct


Our next appointment in our “schedule” was with Giacomo, a friend from Genova we met few weeks earlier in Outlook festival. We wanted to be there for the week end, to have some proper time together, which meant that we had two days to cross the Apeninos, small mountains between Piacenza and the Ligurian coast. The ride was a fabulous one, through small old villages and vineyards.

Sunset color makes it magic

We cycled until sunset and stopped in the only town in the area, Varzi, for food and accomodation. We tried the same technique as the day before, but even with the help of the locals, we couldnt get a bed…you cannot always be lucky. With our new friends, we even tried to wake up the monk to see if we could sleep in the church, ut apparently, he was in his deep sleep. We then decided to go camping somewhere, even if it was getting cold. Few hundreds of meters after having left our guys, the cops stopped us on the road and asked our passports. 2 guys cycling at night lost in the mountains apparently looks suspicious. After a good 15 minutes of check with the central office, they gave us our passport back, and told us : ‘You’re travelling a lot, aren’t you?’. ‘Yes, we are indeed!’. They let us go without even asking where we would sleep that night, so we kept cycling in the hills, where we found an abandoned farm to set our tent. In the morning, the old people living there were amused by those 2 guys with the bikes, and offered us coffee and biscuits, instead of moaning that we slept on a private property.

This was a nice camping spot

Our friendly morning neighbours

Wherever we are, we always find great people in the countryside. Day 2 in the mountains was as scenic as the first one, and gave us pretty long downhills -around 30 km in total-, and incredible landscape, as we could see the sea from far, far away…and next to it, huge snowy mountains.

It might be the “Mont Blanc”

At some point, We were about to turn left, following our dear Google Maps GPS, when we stopped to ask a local if it was the right way to Genova. He told us we had to be crazy to go that way, as it goes up and down on unridable little mountain paths, while the road on the right was certainly longer, but much faster. We listened to him and didn’t regret to do so, as we cycled 30 km downhill on a nice road, under the sun. Many kilometers later, in the late afternoon, we got close to Genova.

After 3 months, back in the rain.

15 Oct

Sylwia was working in the morning, while we were sleeping like babies in her flat. We slowly woke up and decided we would cook for her when she would come back from work, at lunchtime. We got some pesto and pastas, then started cooking. She arrived, and put her pinch of polish salt into the meal. Pesto cooked together by belgians and polish was a great success, and gave us the energy we’d need to start cycling…around 3PM.

What a beautiful ceiling

It was cloudy and the forecast was talking about rain, a word that left our vocabulary 3 months earlier. We just rode few kilometers when the first drops hit our faces, but we kept on riding even if the rain was getting stronger. ‘Ok, let’s put our K-ways, it should be somewhere buried into my bag’. But then it became stormy and we got soaked, like in the good old times in Romania. We stopped just 30km further, in Piacenza, as we wanted to dry, and get warmer. It was also already late, so we’d have to think -again- about accomodation, as we didn’t want to camp in the rain. We thought we would be as lucky as the day before, then started asking people around, and sending couchsurfing requests. It didn’t work, and we seriously thought about going back to Sylwia’s flat in Cremona. She was concerned about us having a roof for the night, and totally up for us to come back. Unfortunately, no train nor buses could handle our bikes, and coming back cycling in the rain was out of question. We gave up and found the address of the cheapest hotel in town, around 50 euros for a double room. We stopped in a cheap chinese restaurant for food and roof, and that’s where the magic started to happen. On the table next to us, a group of moldavians, ukrainians and romanians was eating, drinking and talking, mostly in russian. We left the table around the same time, and started talking with our basics of Russian.

Mika, Sergei, Dani and Niko

It felt good to practice the language that followed us through most of the trip, with people from countries we all crossed. They were bluffed with us talking about small villages they knew about, and say a few words of each of their languages. ‘Davaï piva!’ one said, and we all went to the sinister bar in front of the restaurant, for a round of beer together. Prostitutes had meetings with their clients in the bar, and we saw few weird people around…but anyway, we were all excited by this unexpected meeting, and stayed there for a while, always an eye on the bike to make sure they wouldn’t get stolen. The drunkest of the group -the romanian one- was living closeby and offered us to stay at his place, nearby. We went with the guys to his place on the bicycle, but, arrived there, he couldn’t walk, nor talk, and hosting us was not possible anymore. We stayed with the others, who were very sorry about what happened, and wanted to lead us to the hotel, and go for another beer. It stopped raining, and we were in a good mood, so we went for a last beer next to the last bar opened in the city. After an hour or so of advanced russian chatting, we thought we’d go somewhere and camp in the fields, as the sky was clear, and it didn’t feel like raining for good few hours. After goodbye hugs with our best friend of the night, we cycled for about 15 meters, when we heard people speaking french. ‘Some Frenchies’ I said, loudly. ‘Yes, we are! What you doing here?’. ‘We’re cycling, coming back from China!’. ‘Really? Where are you sleeping tonight?’. ‘We don’t know…we’re about to go camping somewhere in the fields’. ‘You kidding? Ok, you two come to our place, we have a flat in the center!’. ‘Wouhou! Sure, let’s go!’. We got the address, and met the students in their flat, had some talk, and gave one of our remaining Kyrgyz cap to one of them, who had a cap collection. He got terribly happy. Then we went to bed.

3 am accomodation with Nilse

She always keeps an eye on us

Cycling down the real Italy.

13 Oct

After a first  meeting with Italy that did not meet all of our expectations, we cycled down south, and left the touristic area of Lago di Garda, happy to stop seeing campings, Macdonalds and aquaparks everywhere. The road became more interesting in the south, as we cycled by several fruit exploitations, smelling peaches, apples, melons and kiwis -that were not mature enough yet, damn!-. Grabbing the fruits and spending some time with the farmers were the enjoyable breaks we were looking after during the hot afternoon.

Loving those peaches

We reached the little town of Cremona around 6, and had a break there in the lovely city center : car free, full of cyclists and old, beautiful  stones. Later in the evening, we would learn that it is the hometown of Stradivarius, now full of students learning how to craft violins, which gives the city some artistic and relaxed vibes. Our mission for the evening was to find a screen displaying our soccer game, Belgium VS Croatia (special game for Yves, who belongs to both countries). We knew we wouldn’t make it to any other town afterwards, so we started looking for sports pub in Cremona. As both teams were not interesting enough by italian standards, we couldn’t find one, but we still managed to get a wifi network in a bar, and stream the game from our little computer. It was a draw, not too exciting.

Cremona here we are!

Having a beer, watching a game

After the game and a few pints of local beer, we had to find a place to sleep, and didn’t want to pay for an hotel. Western prices for ho(s)tel are just ridiculous, we thought. We had sent a few requests via Couchsurfing but didnt get any answer, so we decided to cycle to some fields outside the city to set the tent. We arrived somewhere quiet and dark, but Nico didn’t feel like sleeping outside yet, and was determined to find a place by asking people if we could sleep at their place. With a bit of diplomacy, everything is possible 🙂
We then head back to the same place, and chatted some people on the terrace, approaching them asking if they knew a place to sleep for free, hoping they would invite us at their home. It didn’t work that well, but we ended up talking with two friendly students on the terrace. They couldn’t host us, but advised us a good camping spot in a park. We were about to leave when I received a call, past midnight. It was Sylwia, a polish couchsurfer living there, offering us to stay at her place right in the city center. Her flat was in a beautiful, very old building, and she was extremely friendly. Bingo!

Back to western europe

13 Oct


After a enjoyable stay in Motovun, we had to continue our way towards the west, even if we didn’t really feel like going back to our world so soon. From Motovun, we cycled to Slovenia, then Italy, on the same day. In Slovenia, we had the pleasure to meet cycling paths again, a luxury that does not exist in many countries, and we entered Italy through one of them -without going through customs!-.

Crossing the border on a cycling path 😉

The first big city we would cross in the west was Trieste, an industrial town in the north of Italy. Our first impressions were weird : homeless people in the streets, busy teenagers checking their smartphones, messy graffitis on the walls, busy traffic, expensive coffees, and many people who did not seem too happy to live. Anyway, we didn’t stay long in Trieste, as we had a meeting with our old friend Brieuc, travelling in a camper with his girlfriend Georgia. After a night in a touristic, tasteless camping together with the couple and a polish cyclist we caught on the road, we put our bikes in the camper and went for a 200 km ride west, and we got back on our bikes in the beautiful area of Verona.

With our friends Brieuc and Giorgia

Verona

Wedding diner on the Romeo and Juliet square

We decided to cycle until Lago di Garda and camp there, unaware of what was Lago di Garda about. Arrived on the coast, it was full of campings, and full of germans…we didn’t find the wild beaches we were looking after. Every square meter of beach belongs to someone, and it is forbidden to stay on the beach after midnight. The security guards told us wild camping wasn’t an option there, and that we’d have to find a spot in an official camping site, which we did. At least, we got electricity plugs, and neighbours interested in our story. Last but not least, we had the privilege to go to the aquagym lesson in the morning. What a wonderful world!

Lago di garda

Aquagym in the morning makes you ride until the evening!

Discovering more Istria

19 Sep

The Outlook festival is behind us now, there we had such good times with our fellows. Having the caps was a real succes as everybody wanted to get one 🙂 ! The day after the festival Yves and I took a different route, he went to spend a few days on a island with some friends by the time I was resting in Rovinj, a really nice place in Istria. After 3 days we found ourselves again in a city called Pazin. There was a concert of TBF, a well known croatian band we had seen 7 years ago. On the way down to Pazin Yves’ front tire exploded due to a chinese fix that couldn’t resist too long. Fortunatly it was just few hundred meters away from the city center of Pazin and he was on time for the concert. There we just parked the bikes behind the soundtable and had a great evening with the locals. Around two am we still had no idea where to sleep until Dino gave us the keys of  a kind of cultural center where we could sleep, and even enjoy an internet connection.

VIP parking

TBF

The day after we still had to fix the tire, so we walked to a shop uphill who was supposed to help. Once there we found the door closed but the guy took on his freeday to fix the problem. The tire was that damaged that we had no other option to replace it and buy a new one.

Nicolas Matic is the guy

In the middle of the afternoon we were ready to go cycling to Motovun, a lovely village hanged  up in a hill, wellknown for its beauty, its truffels, and for the fact that it is located at a “crossroad of positive energy meridians”. Arriving close to the village the scenery is breathtaking, the  hill is surrounded by vineyards, making it so peacefull. On the way to the top we met one of Yves’ friend, living both in Motovun and Zagreb. Funny, unexpected meeting! In the evening we of course tried the famous truffle melted with some cheese and had a great tender piece of meat in a classy restaurant on the top of the hill. We found a place to set the tent on a parking behind the wall of the castel and had a great night there.

Motovun

with Jacob

One of the best piece of meat ever

CF part 2, on the road again

6 Sep

After spending five days with our beloved girlfriends (Nic and Anna in Budapest) (Yves and Iva in Zagreb) it was already time to hit the road again! I first took the same train as Yves did 5 days earlier and had to deal with the croatian customs for the 50 caps I was carrying ;). Once done  I found my fellow back in Zagreb and got ready for the 332 k heading up to Pula in Istria where we were supposed to have one of the best music experience ever. But before we had to set up the bycicles from the boxes it was sleeping in for more than a week and make a proper clean up.

cleaning our babies

new handlebar style

It is really nice to be back on european roads as they are brand new in Croatia, the first day is mainly flat which is good for our legs getting use to cycling again. Around 7 pm we started to think about a place to sleep. We quickly sent a couchsurfing request arriving in Karlovach after cycling 80 km. Jelena called us back within a short time and welcomed us at her place. She did a great job as she had a house for the guest in the backyard and we felt like kings staying there. After some nice talks we went to sleep.

Jelena cool couchsurfer

We woke up with a flat tire the day after, but we enjoyed staying there fixing it as the place was really nice. Around midday we went back on the road and started to feel the legs as the Balkans showed up bigger and bigger. There is always a price to pay to get some impressive sceneries and we know it!

Yves at work

Balkan beats

The sun is now getting down and the legs are tired, we have to ring a bell and ask for setting the tent in a garden. At this point it is really easy to see the difference between Europe and Central Asia. The people are not curious about us anymore, they don’t wave at us when they see us and they look suspicious when we get to their place asking for a piece of land to set the tent. But still they accepted after looking at our faces a few seconds realizing we are not murderers 🙂 .Winter’s coming

The night was great for our tired legs, today we might see the Adriatic sea, but before there is still some steppe roads to climb. We are now deep in the Balkans and enjoy every downhill. We also meet more and more cyclist telling us we are getting closer to the sea shore. Finally we reached the sea after a 20 k downhill well deserved. We stopped for lunch in Rijeka then we starting following the coast and we enterred Istria region. On the way to pula we met a Dutch/Australian family they are cycling for four years they sold their house to do it and school the kids via internet. We felt a bit boring compared to them :). At 10pm we were still on the saddles and had to find a place for the night. We found a bar and they agreed to let us set the tent next to it on the parking. Pretty tired after 128k we slept like babies.

 lucky Nico and his Joly Jumper

The beautiful Adriatic sea

Cycling for 4 years…Respect!

Day 111 : Ready to fly!

29 Aug

We took a morning swim in the pool of the fancy, 18 rooms house we stayed in Bishkek. After packing our luggage and saying goodbye to our hosts, we took a cab to go to the shop where we left our bikes few days earlier. On the way, we had a crash with a marchoutka, and we had to leave the cab in the middle of the traffic, with all our stuff, as it didn’t ride anymore. Not a good start for our last day in central asia! We  managed to jump in a bus and reach the bike shop, where we happily found our bikes back.

Nervously intense Osh Bazaar

Our next mission was to go to Osh bazaar, to buy a hundred Kyrgyz caps.We had the brilliant (?) idea to buy them in order to sell them in Europe, and it was the place where we could find the best prices. It was indeed cheap : a hundred caps for a hundred euros…after a lot of negociation! When we left the bazaar, 3 cops stopped us to check our passport, and then started emptying our pockets, checking out the money. They obviously wanted to transfer some in their own pockets, and we had to take the money back by force from their hands. Kyrgyz cops are most corrupted we’ve seen and those are the only guys you should be afraid of travelling Kyrgysztan. With our money in our pockets and our caps in our bag, we could rest and eat. Our last meal was not shashliks, but chinese dishes 🙂

A hundred caps…how much?

Chinese Shashliks 🙂

We struggled to put all our gear in the taxi, but somehow managed to do it. We spent the night in the airport, as we were taking off early in the morning. After a night with no sleep, we had to fight with the crew of the company, who wanted to make us pay for the bike by kilo, asking for 400 dollars each…while it was supposed to be 30 euros for the bike! My internet connection helped us big time, as I could show the manager the terms and conditions of his company, where it says that it is indeed 30 euros for a bike going to Budapest. It still needed half an hour of arguing to make him agree for the amount. It the end, it worked. After that, we went through other issues : woman at the customs saying our visa is expired -while we dont need visa for Kyrgysztan anymore-, and few items taken from luggages : scissors and camping gas, and we struggled to keep our knife and locker. All those guys in the airport were the biggest concentration of stupid people we’ve seen in 4 months, and getting into the plane was a huge relief. As we still did not sleep at all, we fell asleep before taking off, and woke up after landing. Europe, here we come, for more cycling adventures 🙂

Now, let’s hope we didn’t forget anything

Central Asia, see you next time!