tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85585375900668668752024-03-06T00:33:31.604+00:00Sharing is EverythingIf you don't have any plan nothing can go wrong. If you don't have any expectations everything is a great surprise. If you don't have destination you just enjoy the road.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382171337854332477noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-89942829472956467242014-02-07T15:46:00.000+00:002014-02-07T15:46:10.908+00:00Brazil
By coincidence or not on 12/12/2012 at 12:00 with a 12-hour flight from London to Rio de Janeiro, I started a new journey to a completely new continent for me. I arrived in Rio late at night around 22:22 and I was a little worried how will I go in this hour with my luggage. I have heard all sorts of stories about crime in Rio. My mood immediately changed when the airport greeted me with a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-72453315703752406282014-01-08T06:40:00.000+00:002014-01-08T06:53:03.853+00:00India again Varanasi Parvati
I
already experienced
before this border crossing between Nepal and India through Gorakpur.
Making
my way among the
noisy crowd of Nepalis and Indians in search of the police post where
I can get a
stamp. It
was getting dark and I didn't want to spend the night in this dark
place, so I took a
a local bus, but this time for Varanasi . The popular city
on the River Ganga
that people can eitherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-63234506692337953402013-09-13T12:21:00.003+00:002013-09-13T12:22:53.218+00:00NEPAL again
Without even realizing the great Himalayas were pulling me back like a magnet. Now, after long traveling around Asia I decided to return back to Nepal. I flew from Bangkok to Kathmandu. At the airport I asked the officer to put the visa on an already used page (Nepal visa is 1/2 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-10996825940150251852013-06-18T22:24:00.002+00:002013-06-19T21:28:06.048+00:00Cambodia
I took from Kao San (Bangkok) a suspiciuously cheap mini bus directly to Siem Reap. The whole time I expected to appear something wrong, but it turned out fine, except that all people in the bus had paid totally different rates for the same distance. I took my visa for Cambodia at the border. I asked them to put it on an used page in my passport over an old visa and the answer was "how much Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-25050136118426624552013-06-17T16:23:00.002+00:002013-06-17T16:25:33.710+00:00Northern Thailand
in one of the caves of the monastery
Thailand - everyone has a different idea about this exotic country - wild beaches, underwater world, cheap women, full-moon parties ... I've already been here once and this time I decided to discover a different Thailand - to find peace in the north in a Buddhist monastery, practicing Vipassana.
wonderful scenery around the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-92231624442453146362012-11-19T22:33:00.003+00:002013-02-20T05:52:04.969+00:00Indonesia
I stayed one more week in Goa alone before continue my travel to Indonesia. My last trip in India - a night bus to the airport in Mumbai, went typically in Indian style. First I waited for the bus for more than an hour, and then it passed me and stopped 500 meters after the bus station. I was terrified that I will miss it so I ran with both backpacks, I fell on the asphalt &Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-38922426833868881772012-11-16T13:57:00.003+00:002012-11-16T13:59:14.947+00:00INDIA - Goa, Karnataka
fisherman
After an exhausting three-day journey from Pushkar we finally arrived in Goa - at the beach at last! We found our Bulgarian friends here. Vita, who we met in the mountains in India, lives here since 7 years with her family and even had made kindergarten and restaurant in a wonderful a garden with palms in Arambol. Around them was a real Bulgarian colony and we Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-18039903041155085962012-05-28T11:44:00.000+00:002012-08-15T05:28:49.678+00:00INDIA - Rajasthan
sunset on the dune
We said goodbye to Delhi
and headed to Rajasthan. We
jumped into the first train to Jaipur, where we had arrangement with local
couchsurfers to celebrate Diwali - the festival of lights - one of the most
popular festival of the thousands of festivals in India. Because of this all the trains were
crowded, but still we managed to catch our favorite places Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-20731654933517254072012-05-17T08:19:00.001+00:002012-05-17T08:22:07.614+00:00INDIA - Delhi, Amritsar
After Buddhist, Hindu and
Muslim tales of India we decided to discover a younger religion born in
India - Sikhism. Sikhism is
distributed mostly in Punjab and we headed straight to Amritsar and the Golden
Temple - the most sacred place for Sikhs. Amritsar
city is very grim, dirty and noisy like any big city in India, but as soon as
you enter the Golden Temple complex, time seems to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-20370103334456583512012-05-03T07:02:00.003+00:002012-05-11T13:38:06.158+00:00India - MacLeod Ganj
MacLeod Ganj – the
town of the Dalai Lama and the Tibetan government in exile. Much of the population here is Tibetan. Monks in red robes and beautiful
long-haired Tibetans wander around the Tibetan markets. Colourful prayer flags
and shanti atmosphere. Here no
one is hustling us. Just smiling
and greeting us. One 60-year-old Tibetan offers me to carry my backpack. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-73289855778436442822012-01-12T08:08:00.004+00:002012-01-18T01:02:45.506+00:00India - Kashmir
even fabrics are sold on a shikara
From the dry Tibetan Plateau we moved to the Muslim green mountains of Kashmir. Srinagar is situated on a huge lake – the Dahl Lake and a smaller Nadine Lake on 1730 m altitude surrounded by lush mountains. Half of the city is literally in the lakes with floating houses, hotels and shops. It looked like India's Venice, but with far fewer tourists and a lot Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-52312659858723056912011-12-06T13:28:00.001+00:002011-12-06T14:43:25.693+00:00Ladakh 2
Days passed quickly and we couldn’t leave Ladakh for a long time. It is difficult to describe in words the magnetism of this place, but we will try to tell more.
Leh is situated at 3,500 m altitude on the dry Tibetan Plateau and is the capital of Ladakh. For many travelers it is difficult to get accustomed to the altitude and some even leave after suffering some weeks. We &Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-79627937216498538962011-11-27T07:55:00.000+00:002012-05-02T15:03:34.361+00:00India - Ladakh
Portrait of a typical Ladakhi
In Ladah we dipped again in Tibetan atmosphere. People are Buddhists, the mountains are desert and the sun is shining. Leh - the capital of the Ladah is crowded with tourists at this time of year. After September you can get here only by plane. We met travelers from all over, with some even our paths crossed for second time. Tita – theAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-87712890677412304762011-10-13T19:42:00.002+00:002011-10-13T19:49:11.658+00:00India 1
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India - the country of wonders. Here anything is possible and sometimes seems absurd or even surreal. You can leave all logic learned in the Western world and plunge into the story. Our story has just begun but already our 6-month visa seems too short to get to know this diverse country.
waiting for theAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-13674719565521347942011-09-13T15:55:00.002+00:002011-09-14T14:12:23.582+00:00Nepal - relax
After the long trek in the Himalayas in Nepal we made a good relaxation for a month. Тraveling for so long sometimes makes us feel the need to establish somewhere. To create at least a temporary home where we can come back at night, to relieve our shoulders from the heavy backpacks and our minds from the adventures and uncertainty. The constant moving is constant adventure, but Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382171337854332477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-70448131186313320842011-08-30T09:23:00.000+00:002011-08-30T09:23:27.360+00:00One year travelling
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We couldn't write for a long time, but here in the high Indian Himalayas communications are hard and electricity comes sometimes only...On 19 August we madeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382171337854332477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-18143502391187080542011-07-05T07:43:00.004+00:002011-09-14T16:29:16.525+00:00Nepal 1
panorama from Gokyo Ri
From the equatorial jungles of Gabon we were teleported to the highest mountains in the world - Nepal. The change was not only climatic but also cultural, linguistic, and culinary. Vishnu and his girlfriend Sofi from Couchsurfing met us at the airport in Kathmandu and helped us to orientate in this new environment. We fell in love in Nepal at first sight. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-35785353764028455652011-06-30T16:38:00.000+00:002011-06-30T16:38:01.609+00:00Gabon
We entered Gabon after crossing the bridge over the Ntem River by walking. We knew about Gabon that it is 2 times larger than Bulgaria, but had only 1.4 million inhabitants. 80% of the country is covered by dense equatorial forest. The second largest forest after the Amazon. There's oil, uranium, magnesium, and enough water for all. We felt the difference right after the border.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-20966566661585418032011-06-30T02:10:00.001+00:002011-06-30T02:15:41.828+00:00Cameroon 2The last two weeks in Cameroon slipped by really fast. We stayed three days in Limbe in the small room of Bantu. Bantu was one of the coolest rastaman we met in Africa. He made beautiful things with natural materials and was preparing his art cafe named 'Bantu Coffee Nzimbistic Art Garden' with enthusiasm. Unlike most people here, he was not obsessed with money, he had never Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-35220158193264151242011-06-21T08:55:00.002+00:002011-06-24T15:08:45.597+00:00CameroonCameroon - all Africa in one country. So we read about Cameroon in the tourist guides. Indeed, diversity is great - there are over 200 different languages and ethnicity, mountains and rain forests, beaches and lakes ... everyone can find their paradise here.We crossed the border in Banki and the first car that took us along the dirt empty road. We drove directly to Marua, from where we hadAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-41483843181018056472011-04-29T08:28:00.000+00:002011-04-29T08:28:37.971+00:00Equatorial problemsLast days we had a lot of troubles. We crossed the equator but in the equatorial forests we got a lot of insect bites that got infected. After that for 2 days one of the lenses and our computer (smilo) broke. The next story will be delayed due to technical problems. But the journey continues with a lot of surprises. We will need all your positive energy to cope with the problems.
above hut RaiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382171337854332477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-70266329512007854222011-04-20T13:17:00.001+00:002011-04-20T13:22:09.880+00:00Niger & Nigeria
We entered Niger after walking along the bridge over the Niger River. The border police-woman questioned why we have no car, how we got there and aren't we scared of lions and snakes as we sleep in the woods. In Niger, however, there was not a single lion, and we hadn't see any snakes until now. She also said that Nigeria is very dangerous but we already heard that Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382171337854332477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-60755413785884100872011-04-12T15:03:00.004+00:002011-04-12T16:30:32.495+00:00BeninBenin – the birth place of vodum (or voodoo as it is called across the ocean). We saw vodum fetish statues and markets for dead animals, and many local gin, which is used for ceremonies. We saw also many alive animals which are more interesting for us.
In Benin we entered with two Togolese with SUV, which left us in Grand Popo - a town on the ocean with beautiful beaches. Along the way we saw Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-44595018756234337572011-03-23T13:51:00.001+00:002011-03-23T14:07:07.376+00:00Togo
Togo – we were finally back to the ocean. Finally a truly green side. We arrived relatively quickly in Togo with the jokes of the Burkina Faso border police and their Togolese colleagues about Hristo Stoichkov and Berbatov, who were the only association with Bulgaria :) First in North Africa, we were called “tubab”, then we became" nassara”, and here we had a new name - "Yovo’’ or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382171337854332477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558537590066866875.post-91402024794464302302011-02-24T14:48:00.012+00:002011-03-02T18:45:37.417+00:00Burkina Faso
Burkina Faso - the country of honest people. (Burkina Faso means honest people). But even more funny is the name of the capital - Ouagadougou. We did't know almost anything about this country, except that it is one of the poorest in the region and in the world. We were pleasantly surprised, however - the roads were perfect and the streets much cleaner than those in Senegal and Mali. And as weAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614333773217819619noreply@blogger.com1