We had the idea that in the Balkans we were on unknown territory, both geographically and culturally. We saw it as a never ending adventure, with new experiences with every kilometre we cycled. The moment we entered Hungary, something in this feeling changed. It was as the most adventurous part of our journey was done, and we now were back on more familiar surroundings where cycling, road quality, navigation and major cultural differences were becoming easier/less pronounced. We ourselves have had long (endless) discussions if this was the end of adventure, or what the notion of “adventure” is anyway.
Lês fierder by Geart Tigchelaar