After our serene stay in the monastery in Macedonia we cycled up the mountain to the reach the (very quiet) border crossing to Bulgaria. That road took us downhill to Blagoëvgrad and from there we took the northern direction, as we are on our way home.

In a previous blog post we wrote about the fact that it’s strange not to have a set goal – and therefore route – anymore. After Tirana we knew which countries we would cycle through to reach Fryslân again, but we didn’t know exactly how to go through these countries. We can now say that we do have a first goal again, which is Arad in Romania.… Lês fierder

The 21st century seems to present us with an ever-lengthening list of perils: climate crisis, financial meltdown, cyber-attacks. Should we stock up on canned foods in case the ATMs snap shut? Buy a shedload of bottled water? Hoard prescription medicines? The prospect of everything that makes modern life possible being taken away from us is terrifying. We would be plunged back into the middle ages, but without the skills to cope.

Lês fierder by The Guardian… Lês fierder

Ik hie my foarnommen om harren, de earste de bêste kear dat se wer tekear gean soene, mar gewoan in kear yn de feart te smiten om ôf te kuoljen.

Lês fierder by Omrop Fryslân… Lês fierder

De ferneamde skriuwer kocht hjoed presys 65 jier lyn syn hûs ‘Huize ’t Gras’ yn Greonterp. It doarp is útgroeid ta in beafeartsoard foar Revianen.

Lês en sjoch fierder by Omrop Fryslân… Lês fierder

Ik hebbe de bundel Twee katten en wat honden van Simon Carmiggelt lezen. Prachtige stokkies over… katten en een peer honnen.

Lês fierder by Johan Veenstra… Lês fierder