Last week we started the second part of our trip as we handed over the keys of the camper van to my parents and we left Athens on our bicycles. Next significant stop: Istanbul (or, Konstantinopouli for the Greeks).
Parked just next to the border of Serbia, but still in Romania, it is time to reflect on our three-week stay here. I had been in Romania before and was looking forward a lot to exploring a bit more. Although, I can say that I still don't like (most of) the dogs here.
This is Walter. Our camper van. Our home for the next couple of months, mostly.
Just before Christmas, it was time to leave the family and start cycling again. Back to the camper, albeit with a big detour to Copenhagen. It had been quite comfortable there. Luckily it took only about 400 metres before adventure kicked in again. I found out my chain had cracks all over, and was about to break. Plus, it started snowing!
In the evening of 8 December we started preparing ourselves for another bike tour. We had found a good parking spot for the camper van with a super friendly owner of a camping shop in the north of Germany, next to the border of Denmark. He allowed us or, even better, proposed to us to park on their parking lot, hidden between all the other campers. Excellent! This gave us some peace of mind after what happened during our last bike tour.
Here is the much nicer part of the start of our trip :-)
This is not the first update I wish I had to write on our trip but I need to get this off my chest.
In case someone is wondering: I made it back home. After travelling for 1 year, 7 months and 6 days I arrived back on our doorstep on April 18th, surprising my brother and mother.
During my time in Khartoum I went to Omdurman, a city just North of Khartoum, where every Friday, just before sunset, there's a dancing ceremony. It is held in the cemetery next to the tomb of Sufi leaders.