The nature of solo touring is that you are carrying everything that you would gladly split with a group and of being a homosexual is that you overpack.
My bicycle journey across Europe comes to an end in Budapest. A week of swimming and baths and I am back to the States.
I walked out with everyone else. My exterior stoic, though a bit moist like the rocks around us. I know there was a bit more shimming to do to get out, nothing as hard, but by then my blood pressure was elevated, the boys less cute, the guide cunning and untrustworthy.
Some days, I pretty much feel like a loser. I wanted a tattoo that would remind me that, at least once in my life, I set a big goal and accomplished it.
There is nothing like a good soak in a mineral bath if you’ve been biking. Here’s how bathing in Budapest works.
The only time I fiddle is along the road. It is the only time I feel comfortable…The problem is that I can remember very few tunes and all of them sound bad.
What I have always wanted is a convertible with dash. The 2CV almost fits the bill and is cute. It also happens to be a rattling deathtrap.
It’s lovely to spend some time indoors after a month of camping, but it’s also a swell place to go hiking.
Staying with Julius, in comparison with Ellen and Manou, is a bit like vacationing with Betty Ford. This is not necessarily a bad thing as a short detox before the Danube wine region starts is a smart palate cleansing
What I liked most though was that you are with Germans. There are no tour buses or no major attractions, just friendly folks and decent campgrounds
Mz new umbrella is powder blue, matches mz ezes and sazs something that the Germans find verz funnz.
