Pictures Snapshots from the road. As it turns out, Colchester was the seat of power of the roman state as it took over the British Isle. Sev doing some perusing. The snack bag coming in handy for a roll of digestive biscuits. Large English estate. Goota enjoy the common names while we can. The first wood outside London. Finally being free of the urban sprall Sev trying to figure out which way to go. The full Irish! Featuring Patrick who cooked it all up! It took us well over an hour to get back after the boat race. A testament to how ridiculously large the city is. The thames filled with the wakes of boats. Erin yelling at the boats to go faster. People getting really excited to watch the boats pass. Men's boats passing by. UK allows for open containers in public so everyone was enjoying themselves as we waited for the races to cross. Each wave of boats was followed by five times as many chasers. Crowds gathering to watch the boat race. Lots of waiting at stoplights. Em, excited to bike downhill. Bikes enjoying the view of London from Alexander's Palace. Severn drained after having to deal with getting on and off the train. Oxford skyline. Multicolored oxford houses. Sev's cloths tightly bound. Sev reading Sev reading. The main room of the museum was lined with raised statues. Severn excited to go into a museum. Oxford is a biking city. Old Tudor style building in Oxford. Emily posing with the multitude of other boathouses. Apparently there is one for just about every individual college in town. Found the university boathouse! Biking past all of the Oxford student housing. Digging through the worm sanctuary. The little eggplants were just growing a little to fast. One of Geoffrey's roomates enlisted us to help with replanting his eggplants! Geoffrey and us. It was nice to have a picture with both of us in it for once. Almost there! Lots of sudden and extreme hills as well. Rolling hills of the cotswolds. Houses made out of the local Cotswold stone. Stopped at a small inn to warm up and have a snack. We tried a 'Flapjack' which in UK terms is like a granola bar except it is literally half butter. The perfect fit. Sometimes it seems barriers are meant just for us. Bikes hanging outside Gloucester Abbey. Narrow but bikable Gloucester streets. Severn having the time of his life. Outside 'Striking Bikes' on the outskirts of Gloucester. They had everything we needed an more to get back on the road that morning. The rack had a few bumps along the way. A closer look at the complete annihilation that is Emily's former rack. Severn looking across the Severn river. Emily biking along the road to Bath The tastiest geological feature! Wild goats hanging out in the gorge Scone, clotted cream, jam! We made it to the most delicious town! Market on the main pedestrian street of Glastonbury. As we approached Glastonbury we found many people still living the hippie lifestyle. Glastonbury Tor Emily, Nigel, and Dexter. Em and Di Sev comforting the bikes as they prepare for a long day in the snow MMmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmm! A traditional Sunday roast Yorkshire pudding--neither pudding nor in Yorkshire It was great to see Charlotte, Darren, and the children (Millie and Chloe) after a morning of sledding and snow angel making! A rare sight: Weymouth under a blanket of fresh snow "Probably won't be biking today." MmmmmmmMMMMmmm! This was as close to Cornwall as we were going to get on the trip, so we had to try an authentic cornish pasty Lunch time! Looking further west along England's Jurassic Coast The cliffs here look different than the cliffs further east. Instead of chalk cliffs this rock is sandstone from the jurassic period The little harbor in West Bay Sev after Em decided it was time for lunch Pebbles on the western side of Chesil beach Pebbles on the east side of Chesil beach The view of Portland Island from the eastern end of Chesil beach The charming English town of Portland Brrrrrr! Probably the coldest wind we've ever experienced! Braving the wind and cold on Portland bill Sev exploring the old quarry-turned-sculpture park in Portland Looking west along Chesil beach Things like this exist everywhere in England The cloud formations showed us that Weymouth enjoys somewhat of a nice microclimate We've come to respect the green rolling hills of south England. They don't roll so much as spike! The rain threatened all day but we fortunately stayed pretty dry all the way to Weymouth! Charlie, the independent film enthusiast, insisted on having his picture taken with a camera in hand! Ellie's garden was full of wonderful things like guinea pigs and frogs Sev making his famous banana pancakes for Ellie and Charlie in the morning. Always a huge hit! Sev and Dave chatting as we luxuriate in the beautiful sunshine Behold the miraculous beam! The church was much bigger on the inside than we expected Perhaps Em has family connections here??? Em with Dave and Sarah Em impatiently waiting to cross the street Every once and a while we pass by BMX parks with lots of ramps. We both gave it a try, fully loaded and all. One of the first ironclad ships ever built! It's absolutely massive as you can tell by the tiny boats next to it Portsmouth is dotted with old forts and naval bases Sev outside of our cute rowhouse Em excited that climbing the last few hills was worth while A classic English coastal scene: chalk cliffs and a lighthouse Sev's bike hanging out at the cliffs. Bundled up for the impending rain. Saw some clearing as we went a little further down the clifs. The road to Beachy Head Richard and Magdalena had an awesome assortment of adventure/bike stuff decorating their house including this awesome map of the Alps! The sleepiest boy waking up slower than usual due to the fact that the bed was not inside a wet tent Another old tower. This one was within the courtyard of a old looking estate which made it even cooler! We were lucky it was a nice day. Otherwise biking through all the dirt, farm roads would be much less fun. Old grape press. Fun Fact: rose is made from the first juices squeezed from red wine grapes. More wine. There was a lot wine doing a lot of growing up. Aging casks for the best of the wine. Newer style wine fermentation tanks. Traditional brick and lyme wine fermentation tanks. These were only used for certain types of wine. Wine stacked up to age. They are stacked in such a way that every bottles cork is open to the air. The grape vines only gave way to wine production facilities. Sev biking down a vineyard road. Wine display at the regions co-op shop. Hundreds of wineries from the region around Bordeaux sell their wine through this co-op. We had been seeing a lot of vineyards over the last few days. However, as we closed in on Bordeaux the density of old walled in vineyards peaked. There were very well kept ancient buildings everywhere along the canal. More boathouses! Along the canal we found from time to time these circular towers. We havn't yet figured out what their purpose is but we liked the look of them. Emily riding along, trying her hardest not to take a hard right into the canal. Canal boats lined up in one of larger basins that appear from time to time. We never stopped getting excited about seeing a boat house. MMMmmmmmmm bread! Em's new snackpack has a ideal pocket for a map! Old hanger converted into a winery co-op for over a hundred area vineyards. Bulk wine. Emily was very happy with the scenery. One of the many lochs on the canal. Sev and our host Florina enjoying breakfast. Canal/house boats Dogs may fetch the mail, but cat's protect it. Canal bridge over the river. Parts of the canal were drained for repairs. It was incredible how easily individual sections were controlled and manipulated. One of the numerous loch houses. For those responsible for helping boats through. Houses on a ridge looking down on the canal parallel Garonne. Biking on the canal at night. Very calming except for the small mysterious creatures that kept running into the water. A large protest parade suddenly filled the streets as we walked through the central squares. Our very special boy in the cab. One last French crepe before Micah left. Church spire poking over the buildings. Perfect place to eat and warm up in the sun at the same time. The only authentic paella we could find was in France! At least according to Em. Our bikes view of the canal du midi from the terrace of our hosts apartment. Copped out of finding a good French place and went to the noodle place where everyone was eating. Apparently we saw the best. I guess we never have to go to any other. Just a taste! Vine vending machine for self serve tasting. Focused exploration. Pretty French rooftops. Alleyway in Toulouse central district. Flamboyant chess pieces. Decided that the meauseme wasn't worth the price tag and the chess set just outside the door was much more interesting. Bro's and Beer's Map on the side of a building in Toulouse to help tourists not get lost. Toulouse rooftops Deciding where to eat in Toulouse's main square. Church buttresses. Looking up the river from central Toulouse. Bridge over the canal du Midi. You can barley see them but our bikes are hanging out on their balcony in Toulouse. Looking up the narrow staircase of our hosts apartment building. The boys settling in after a long day of traveling and exploring. Spent longer than expected staring down the tain track in Carcassone waiting for the train. Snow and unexpected trains made the experience much more hectic. Em has been trying daily Looking out from one of the gates of the outer wall of the medieval town. The sunset and castle in view from our room in Carcasone. How we actually spent our time on the train. Wine and cheese to make the experience as European as possible. Emily stuffing the bikes onto the train. We made it to the station! Now for Micah's first European train ride. Pumping our way to Perpignan. Back down the hill we climbed yesterday through beautiful countryside. Sev: "It's not time for lunch yet?" Emily and Micah ready to go! Ruins of an old Roman era fort. We found ourselves on another Eurovelo trail once at the top of the ridge. Getting to the top of the hill we found remains of ancient forts and graveyards. The hills were a little to steep and the dirt a little to loose to make it up with our heavily laden bikes. As the sun got lower we climbed into a tree covered dirt path that took us away from the busy highway roads. Micah satisfying is daily juice craving with a freshly squeezed container from the local super market. The narrow streets of Besalu have not changed in configuration since the city was an independent county in the 12th century. Besalu city bridge dating from sometime in the middle ages. Slim Spady enjoying the view. A vine covered house in the city of Besalu. A bit cold this morning. We had to bundle Micah up tightly so that the two locomotives that he calls legs could push him up the Pyrenees The paper describing the events of the seperation of Catalonia. It was a weird feeling to be in area of active revolt. Luckily for us it is a purposefully non-violent revolution. Mmmmmmmmmmmm Pizza!!! Micah has a future in the pizza modeling industry. The empty square just outside our hostel. Walking back into town. The sunset just kept getting better and better. If only it wasn't freezing out as soon as it went away. Sunset on top of a volcano! Very sleepy boys. Olot high rises Alotments in the middle of town addorned with a derelect tower. Yellow ribbons adorning a window of an apartment complex. When Em announces that it is time for lunch. A cat thinking that it is very sneaky hiding in a tree. The remains of a very cool tiled sign showing the layout of a neighboorhood of olot. A really cool art project we found on our walk around Olot, The large cube has a mound of clay/stone in it that symbolises perfection and the slits in the side of the outer cube are just wide enough to see it but not touch it. As spring is starting to rear it's head we can start to hear more and more wild birds in the tree's. Trying out the cultural tradition of beer and steak sandwich's for breakfast. Yellow ribbons around every tree on the this tree lined path to support the Catalonian seperation from Spain. The happiest boys around!!! Escape from the "Excellent" Finn and Emily in camp. Mirrors in the rooms. Mirrors in the stair wells. Mostly empty gaudy ball room that us and Fin spent most of our trip in. Last Moroccan Sunset. Our and Finn's bikes hanging out. Riding through the giant ferry terminal. Changing landscapes! Our little friend from the bus One last breakfast with the fam! The highest points were covered with fresh snow. Gladly there is consistent plowing on this pass. Mountain village near the pass back to Marrakech. A few kinds of canned fish we decided to try. Both are not at all what we expected. Both are more like ready to eat meals than just canned fish. The high atlas distract the locals as well. Sunrises over the desert as we speed along the highway. The bust terminal. Completely unmarked. This water bottle has been reused and refilled many times and has made it's last stand in the desert. It now rests in one of the few garbage bins we have been able to find in M'hamid Primmed and ready to make the 2 kilometer walk to the bus station to catch the 6 am bus. Patiently awaiting dinner. Walking the ridge. Em. Foot steps off into the desert. Hanging out. As the sunsets the contras makes the dunes even more photogenic Samy and his camels. Whenever the camels eat sage there saliva overreacts and they get foam around their mouths. One long game of follow the leader. Emily and our guide through the desert, Samy. The desert stretches on and on to the horizon. Emily is so happy to have her dream of riding a camel realized. Being led to the biggest dunes in the area. Sev checking the camels out. Building up the courage to ride one. Em enjoying the sun while simultaneously completely covering herself to protect from the sun. The three mud huts getting cooked in the sun. Enjoying lunch insided during the heat of the day. The view of the sand dunes from our mud hut was mesmerizing. The desert held a suprising amount of life. Or rather a lot of life is left in the open due to the lack of anything in a large amount other than sand. Beattles were scampering across the dunes in every direction. Our host tells us that nomads bring their camels to the town when they get sick. Some camels are not so lucky. Camel tracks in the soft sand. Youth's on there way to school asked us to take their picture. We of course complied! Main street M'hamid. The dry river bed hasn't seen water in a long time but still looks fresh. A man digging clay from the dry river bed. M'hammid in the background in all it's glory. Occasionall tree's and shrubs stick out of the sand. The roods creating a little hills as the untethered sand drifts away. M'Hamid dwelling. The Attempted to take a pictre during our bumpy rickshaw ride through the desert. The bus stopped for a short break during the trip to the desert. The mountians on either side of the valley town already showing signs of the lack of rain with little vegetation. The inside of a typical Moroccan shop. Eggs piled up freshly delivered to a shop owner who hasn't been able to bring them in yet. We eventually get below the fog but the peaks of the high atlas are still obscured. Fog obscuring the landscape as our bus careenes through the Tizi n'Tichka pass. Hanging out at the police checkpoint before getting into the city. We are still not quite sure they exist but their seems to be a checkpoint before every semi-major town. We see these trucks piled high with hay all the time and Emily finally got a partial picture! Bike Lane!!! We knew we had to be getting close at this point. The cook scorches the bread to make it puff to give it a pita-like pocket. Msemen or Moroccan crepes are our favorite way to start the day. Our bikes waking up and getting ready for the day. Our awesome host Akka! Riad's are a family home structured around a central courtyard with a fountain. Terrace Garden. Lady angry at ocean tries to ensure that beach trash gets into it by attempting to throw the same bottle and plastic bag into it. Repeating the act everytime the waves placed the plastic pieces back in the sand. Cats, as in most Moroccan towns, were everywhere. Cats warming up in the morning sun after a long night of cuddling up to avoid the cold. More quite Essouria streets. A few woodworkers slowly opening up their shops for the day. The main streets were full of people but a quick walk led to a more peacfull atmosphere. Dramatic Essouria sunset. Essouria's coastal walls at sunset. Rocky coast off of the protective walls that create the port of Essouria. The big fishing ships tightly packed into the harbour just like the sardines they brought in this morning. Rooftops of the Essouria medina. Our riad there was a great perch to observe our surroundings. High quality graphic design is a top priority. We havn't decided if it is better or worse when you can see the hills coming. Kilometer markers that adorn the road every kilometer. The city changes every time though so you only get a reference to your goal city every once in awhile. Emily grumpy that the road went inland and up a hile rather than along the flat coastline. The foothills of the atlas mountains in the distance. A nice viewpoint to the sea. Hoping to see Essouira in the distance. farmland in-between the road and the beach. An old truck weighing station. Looks unused, probably from pre major highway times. Occasionally the farmland was outlined by loose rock walls. Sev climbing one of the numeral small hills on the way to Essouira Pesticide spraying by hand, I would hate to be that guys lungs. Over another ridge-line and on to the next. Severn attempting to get the tire back on the wheel while the sun rises over the city. A little hole in the door to our room. Don't worry we checked and the hole is on all the doors. More pretty sunsets. Great beach in Souria Kedima just wish I would have checked the sand before taking my shoes off and getting my feet cold and wet. Trash Cows. Cliff overlooking a new port being built south of Safi. Looked like a large power plant. Up, up, and away! Nathalie spends much of her free time caring for and hanging out with horses 🙂 Sev's youngest cousin Nathalie Ammann! She loves horses very much. You can't escape shepherds in Morocco, not even in cities! Room with a view Coaxing the poor creature out of its shell... Surprise snail snack An old Portuguese fortress. The broken part on the left collapsed only three years ago! Sunset over the Atlantic Ceramics for sale deeper inside the medina "For sale!" Anybody want to open a ceramics shop in Safi? Loading up a gas kiln Another skilled artist at work A skilled artist at work Even fragments of broken ceramics are put to good use here An ancient woodburning kiln! A ceramics shop in Safi Our hosts for the next several hours Mohammed and Amine taking us out for coffee "One last hill! ...I hope" admiring our first glimpse of Safi We had to stop and admire the view at every turn! Snack break Moroccan-style dining/living/reclining area An amazing breakfast at our apartment in Oualidia Nervously biking through the big city. A landfill outside of Kenitra covered with a variety of animals picking through the trash. Giant crane nests are everywhere in Morocco. It is fascinating to constantly see such large birds. When ever we passed through a village or stopped for any amount of time kids came out of the wood work. We did not usually ever share a word of common language with any of them. We had to stop to fix a tire and got a few helpers! They watched in aww as we patched and replaced the tube and Sev did his best to teach them a few english phrases! The road became 'partially paved as we moved farther south and got closer to the coast. Farmland included a lot of plastic covering Started the day off with foggy farmland leaving Larache. Imad expertly pouring tea. Severn pet the puppy and the puppy was very sad to see him go. So sad that the puppy learned how to climb out of his enclosure to go find Severn. Looking down from the roof terrace into the courtyard of Imad's family home. The whole neighborhood came by to say hi! No one other than Imad spoke english but we had lots of great gesture/mediated conversations! Kids playing in a field between two hills in Imad's village. The bikes hanging out in Imad's families courtyard. We had to cover our legs with a towel so we don't drop couscous everywhere as we struggle to master our right hand eating. Every Friday is couscous day! Lukily we spent that day with Imad's family! The catusus where large and used by the locals instead of a shub or hedge to line yards, farmland, and pathways. Cactus lined village roads. Bags of all the spices necessary for the Moroccan kitchen. Street side cloths store is Ksar el-Kebir Several acres of gravestones purposly allowed to be mostly covered by leafy greens. In my opinion much prettier than 'tidier' cemeteries. Taxi-bus filled to the brim with people on the way to the nearby city of Ksar el-Kebir. Sheep off to a hard day of work on the fields. Snuggled up ready for bed. Feeling validated as we bike on the major roads along with the locals. The road winding in land along the contour of the low coastal hills. Gave two women a scare as the valve for Sev's back tire tube broke with a bang as we passed them. Quick stop in Asilah to figure out which way we are going. Every bit of extra road space in town is dedicated to individual people selling their groceries. An older man helping Sev buy groceries in the market. We did not need the help as he didn't bridge any language gap and may have made everything more confusing but his enthusiasm was appreciated and he wished us (we think) a good ride. Small steps leading up the hill side into Tangiers old town. Every restaurant in Morocco starts a meal off with a olive and bread appetizer. Our bikes hanging out on the beach along the Atlantic coast of Tangier. View over part of Tangier's Mediterranean coast. Morrocan mint tea on a terrace above Tangier. The Grand Socco of Tangier. There were people on every bench enjoying the sun and watching the swarms of people and cars pass by. The fantastically colored and very narrow streets of Tangier. There are a few very distinct Morrocan style breads that are sold on every corner! The terrace of Hostel Medina where we stayed at during our stay in Tangier. It was a perfect place to watch the sunset. Sunset from the outer wall of Tangier's old town. Curving inland along with the coastline as we make our way down the well paved roads to Tangier from the Tangier-Med port. The straight of Gibraltar is even cooler than we thought. From Morocco we can see two major Spanish cities and the territory of Gibraltar. Our first sunrise in Africa! Hanging out with an hour to go before the doors open to leave the boat.... Or se we thought, we ended up in that corner for another 4 hours. Plowing onwards into the night. The main attraction of the cruise in action. Nearly everyone on the ship came to watch and dance as a man in snazy cloths sang the strangest fusion of pop, r&b, and traditional arabic music. It may have been strange to us but everyone else loved it. With limited electrical sockets the ship was a circus of various phone charging methods. Looking out over Barcelona harbour as we wait the boat to be unloaded and then reloaded with different things. Emily was supper excited to se Spain, maybe one day we will go there. The ship was a pinnacle of Italian design. The main deck of our home for 52 hours Breakfast with a view.... Günther patiently waiting for us slowpokes to catch up Käseknöpfle! Spaetzle mixed with cheese and topped with fried onions, lecker! Some schnapps to start the meal Sev and Oma with a sled as we approach the Gasthaus! Hanging out in a Gasthaus drinking Schiwasser before sledding down the mountain! In the middle of the woods north of Zurich. Happened by a market and decided to stop by for a snack. Exploring the streets of Ancona with the time that we have. Looking over at the port from the top of the highest point on Ancona's elbow. We exploded all over a little corner of the ship. Watching a movie on the laptop from our little corner of the ship. Em practicing the art of pomegranate opening. The reclining seat section of the boat. They look like they used to be part of an airplane at some point far in the past. Our bikes all strapped in for their long journey across the Adriatic. Biking up to the ferry entrance! Our bikes patiently waiting for the gates to open for boarding Sunsetting on the way to the Split ferry Terminal. Starting the morning off right by hanging out in a coffee shop all morning with all of the retired men. Went to an interesting croatian-vegan restaurant with a vegan friend we met at our hostel and got another sticker for the bikes! Walking along the waterside of the Split peninsula we happened upon a clowder of cats waiting for food from loving locals. Learned how to use the autotimer while waiting for sunset. Emily all bundled up day dreaming of what it would be like to sunbathe on the split waterside. A dome of a roman era building in the old palace in downtown split. Bags of various assortments of dried vegetation that we are led to believe is tee. Olives still on the trees Endless waves... and wind. A wholesome meal for a couple of sleepy bikers Ken in a Barbie kitchen Mountains and sea Kroštule, traditional christmas time cookies Sunset in Makarska. Calm water, a rarity during these windy and rainy days. Waiting for our hosts in Neum, Bosnia. Looking back at the path traveled. Free loading cat trying to hitch a ride up the coast. Trying to steal our lunch. A bit windy too A bit stormy, but still beautiful And the basketball court offered some of the best free views of the city! We would have loved to walk along the city walls, but it was frightfully expensive This tower was used in Game of Thrones as the house of the undying. A little courtyard near one of the oldest still-operating pharmacies in the world! Despite the tourism, Dubrovnik's old town is occupied by real people, and signs of its authenticity are not too difficult to spot! We "discovered" a tiny hole in the city wall that led to an amazing beach! In the summer apparently this is the location of a bar Potted plants lined the walls of most of the city Freshly decorated city streets all ready for Christmas and the new year Even the ride into the city was exciting! As always, we feel the cultural and environmental gradient as we travel. We can tell we're headed north. The bikes taking a short break and enjoying the view before heading into Dubrovnik! Sunrise over the bay as we left Kotor and headed north Cresting the ridge into Kotor Bay Old town and its incredible backdrop was dotted with fruit trees It was awesome to experience an old town where people actually live! Kotor Bay felt like a cross between Norwegian fjords and Mediterranean ports Exploring the city wall Inside of the building where we stayed in old town Surprises on every corner! So much to explore! We made some friends on the hike Even with the rainy weather it was beautiful Climbing step after step of the city wall Taking the scenic route--a sidewalk outside of a tunnel along the ocean We got about this high before we decided it was getting late and turned around to head back A tasty snack for the walk back down the mountain A picture of pita, the to-go form of burek! The bay is filled with other old towns and more incredible mountains! The view from our guesthouse in Budva Italy? Nope. A snack break at a pekara is always a good idea Finally the beach views we've been waiting for! Montenegrin coffee looks suspiciously like Turkish coffee... Exploring old town during our short visit to Ulcinj Touching the Adriatic Taking a break in the sunshine Heading down through a gorge to Ulcinj Sev saving the day Stopped for a water break and found three adorable puppies! Dramatic mountainscapes awaited us Made it to Montenegro! George W. Bush was the first American President to visit post-communism Albania and thus got a statue and a street named after him. The new, giant mosque under construction in downtown. We haven't seen one this big yet but sadly it was not complete enough for us to go inside. "You are a sunflower." These pictures where on a surface of almost every building in Tirana. We stumbled across Sou Fujimoto's "The Cloud" in front of Tirana's national gallery of arts. During the summer months, movies and workshops happen here as a modern, public space. But in early December it was just a climbing gym for adolescents. A piece of the Berlin wall. It was placed in a park with many other relics of Albanias communist past. There was more ongoing construction in Tirana than any other city we have visited so far. A large artificial but beautiful lake in the south edge of downtown Tirana. The pyrimid, a relic of Albania's old communist past. No one is sure what to do with it so it just rots in the middle of the city. We met some of the best street beggers so far as we walked around. We were very invested in conversation before true intentions were revealed. A large prayer session outside the oldest mosque in the city. We haven't had the chance to see a mass prayer such as this yet and it was interesting to watch it unfold in the midst of the large crowds in the surrounding square. Walking through one of the markets where they mainly sold bulk tobacco and Rakija Emily was handed a sample of little flowers that we think is for tea or perfume. All we now is it smelled like good soap. Though Albania is a Muslim majority country theire where traditional Christmas celebrations in most of the main squares in the city. The clouds provided occasional glimpses of the mountains surrounding Tirana. A local market set up under makeshift roofs right next to the constroction project. No doubt that it will all soon be large buildings. Tirana is undergoing a major project to bring more green space into the city through the construction of a major boulavard going north from the city center. Many dislike the project as it is more or less gentrifying a large previously low income area. Others like it because it is helping add space to the growing city center. Increidble mountian views with impossible dirt roads Typical house in Albania The most beautiful dog! Fixing another flat tire The little shed-turned-hostel where we stayed in Elbasan. Sunset on Lake Ohrid. Wonky bench we took a break at on the way down the mountain. No the camera is not faulty. Many of the signs within the national park are whitewashed from the sun and have yet to be replaced. Luckily we have a GPS and good map. Most of the hike was above the snow line and within large groves of oak trees. Heading down the hill in Ohrid. Old amphitheater not sure when it was originally made up it seems to have been recently updated and still in original use. Hike through the streets of Ohrid. There is an impressively large and dynamic old town for a city of that size. The top of the hill that makes up the west side of the town of Ohrid. There is a monastery and active archeological site that we got to explore. There was a large cement/rock pier jutting out into the lake from Ohrid with only birds on it. Severn almost jumped in the water but decided better due to the likeliness of freezing to death. Kiwi fruit, we have never seen it on the tree and were captivated by the deliciousness just an arms-length away. Got to try our hand at Macedonian/Greek/Turkish coffee. Quick bike and a short climb out of Pogradec and we are in Macedonia Watching the sunset over the lake. Lake Ohrid is one of the oldest lakes in Europe! Our bikes share a romantic moment on the dock. Close to the shore east of downtown Thesoloniki. We found rowing clubs! No time to join in for a row though. The water was a bit choppy for anyone's taste. The old building materials from one period are used again and again through the generations. The part of a pillar is now the foundation of a wall. *Humming Green Day to himself* An interesting looking house in old town Thesoloniki. The old town in Thesoloniki is on top of a hill north of down town. It was a residential area with only a few restaurants which make it a bit different than other old cities we have gone through.