Tag Archives: Towns

Treviño, a Castilian exclave in the Basque

Despite the many routes that I’ve already done around the Basque Country, I’m yet to see, in its southern part (called the Álava plain), something that does not resemble Castille; therefore I say: the fact that the Álava plain belongs … Continue reading

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Tallinn, a city by the sea

July is passing away, but instead of days getting shorter, they’re becoming longer and longer as I am more to the north. We are, the bike and me, me and the bike, with which after 4,000 km the rider gets … Continue reading

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Between two worlds

Coming from Latvia, my first impressions about Estonia were: this is really where Scandinavia begins; this, and not the Gulf of Finland, is Eastern Europe’s true north border; Estonia isn’t actually a Baltic state but a nordic country — or at … Continue reading

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Latvia off-road.

The North calls me with a powerful voice, and I’m looking forward to leave Riga’s gravitational field behind, with its radial layout of roads; but before leaving, once ‘harnessed the donkey’, I stop by a souvernir shop to buy a … Continue reading

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Lithuania connection.

It’s been hot and humid for the past few weeks, and I’m riding on a shirt; I know it’s risky, but then… what isn’t? Every day in our lives we’re deciding, mostly without realizing it, which pleasures we’re willing to … Continue reading

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Sejny, border lands

Chance has had it so that, aiming for a secondary border crossing to Lithuania from Bialystok (where I stayed the last few days), I ended up in the small town of Sejny (ten kilometres away from the Baltic country) the … Continue reading

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Catching the Polish soul.

Driving in Poland is something of a challenge for which we, riders, must maximize carefulness; in every sense. Despite having a vast railroad network reaching every corner and village in the country, when this nation got out of the socialist … Continue reading

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Memento mori.

Poysdorf is just a border town with a considerable road traffic, as it lies on the main route between Viena and Brno (these four letters are not an abbreviation for Barcelona, but a Czech city called like that, Brno, silly … Continue reading

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