• Hungary

    The Puszta- A dream come true!

    The largest grassland in Europe. As a rider it has been a childhood dream of mine to ride through these infinite vastness with a horse and to fly over the steppe like the Hungarian shepherds in a wild gallop. Even the scorching heat could not diminish our thirst for action. From the campsite it was not far to Hortobagy. Arrived there the Touriinfomartion provided us with the necessary tips. We visited the Matai stud farm 3 km away and registered for a riding tour. Every day several carriages leave there and there are demonstrations of the shepherds and cattle herds in the Puszta. I wanted to experience however rather on…

  • Hungary

    We need to rest…

    After the festival we had to take a deep breath and process. We looked for a nice place on the Danube and let our thoughts dangle to review our experiences. Unfortunately we got really caught. The heat, all the people at the festival, the rain in between, or so much to process? Whatever it was, our bodies needed a break. First Martin got it, then me… We both lay really flat with fever, chills and nausea. And that at 33 degrees in the bus. Not really the best place to recover. When Martin regained his strength, he bravely drove a long way to the north, as we actually wanted to…

  • Hungary

    Hungary here we come!

    Faster than we thought we were then suddenly in Hungary. The border crossing from one EU country to another is not really worth mentioning, because nothing exciting happens at these borders. Since we reached Hungary in the dark and wanted to visit the “Frei und weg” family the next day, we spent the night under a bridge at a river, somewhere near the border. I slept restlessly, it was unusually hot, the surroundings unknown and the dear mosquitoes greeted us also numerously in the new country. The coolness of the mountains is a blessing especially when sleeping. I have noticed that I never sleep particularly well when we reach our…

  • Romania

    News from the adventurers – visit Count Dracula or get out in the mountains?

    As you might have noticed there was nothing left to read from us for a while…Well we were busy on our way, not always with good internet access and admittedly also blueed a few days at a festival After our very strong experience (sorry for the flat pun, but I couldn’t resist it) we drove on along the beautiful Carpathians. The weather here was very pleasant. It rained once a day or at night, otherwise it was warm, but not too hot and the higher you came the less the mosquitoes bothered you. Via Workaway I found an alternative community near Hunedora, which we wanted to visit for a few…

  • Romania

    The Carpathians – Canada of Europe

    Our route became more and more hilly and the roads meandered more and more through the landscape. The fertile land was lush green. The fields were ripe and my eco-heart was beating higher, because of the diversity of the arable crops and the small parcelled fields. So many wild lumens and butterflies. The east of Romania is beautiful. Since we did not want to spend the whole day in the car, we looked for a place for the night after approx. 200 km. And what a place. On good luck we turned off the main road and followed a dirt road up the mountain. At the top we had an…

  • Romania

    Romania

    Romania has long been a dream destination for me and I was very excited and curious about this country. The first European border after quite a while also held a bureaucratic refinement in store for us. At the passport control Senta sat, as always, in front of the car. The officer saw her and said that there would be problems with the custom control (customs), because at this border no animals were allowed to enter the country. Oh no. Please do not. The next border was a few hundred kilometres to the south and the detour would have been really annoying, especially as we should have joined the entry queue…

  • Moldova

    Moldova

    After a few days the journey took us from the exciting Transnistria to the official Moldavia. The departure at the domestic border was less complicated than the entry (for this one should make oneself in the apron a little bit smart, since different things are to be considered… Who has questions in addition, can announce itself gladly with us!) Not far from the border you soon reach the capital Chisinau, which is the biggest city of Moldova with about 500000 inhabitants. While driving through the city we suffered a small culture shock. Since Russia we were very accustomed to the Soviet architecture and charisma of the places and also the…

  • Moldova

    Transnistria – a country that actually does not exist

    On our journey through Moldova we also pass through Transnistria: a country that officially does not exist. Traveling through a country that is not recognized by the other states, but still does its thing? Exactly to our taste. The self-confident Transnistrians have established their own national border, introduced their own visa regulations (which is not particularly difficult and can be obtained directly at the border), their own currency, the Transnistrian rouble (you can’t get any money at the machine with an international VISA or Mastercard and can’t pay with it either), their own number plate and their “own” national language, namely Russian, in contrast to Moldavian, which is spoken in…

  • Secret Spots

    Wildcamping at the Black Sea

    The spot near Odessa and Tschornomorsk is a real secret spot. You have the beach and the coastline almost to yourself… Only some Ukrainians who know the place camp there, but mostly with tents down at the beach. At the top of the steep coast you not only have a wonderful view over the sea, but also peace and a little seclusion. The weather was sunny, but not too hot. A light breeze blows over the cliffs. The sandstone coast offers spectacular landscapes. Young falcons practiced flying and one could observe them as each landing and each takeoff succeeded better. A fox has its burrow there and goes in the…

  • Uncategorized

    Wild camping on the Black Sea and the first dangerous situation

    We reached Odessa quite late. After we had pushed our way through the city traffic, we noticed that it was not possible to drive to the beach with the van. Actually we had looked for a place in the city for the night, but on a concrete parking lot above the beach, which was also used very touristically, we somehow did not want to stay. It shouldn’t sound arrogant, but we prefer, especially for the nights, to look for quieter places where Senta can move undisturbed and free and where we are not surrounded by mediocre party-bums-music and artificial beach bars with equally artificial visitors. So get back in the…