What I think about when I am cycling ….seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…..seventy two, seventy three….it’s an incline and its like a furnace, my mind wanders I don’t remember beginning to count, seven, eight,nine, ten, eleven…..eighty eight…..counting the repetition of the pedals. I never finish counting and seams I never …
This is a gallery about Tired…or maybe resistance at leaving Serbia and contains 1 images.
Belgrade is not an aesthetically beautiful city, but there is beauty everywhere. As we crossed the bridge into the city we received many welcomes and statements to “enjoy Belgrade”. We certainly did. People smile, speak to each other and offer help, constantly. We rode immediately to KC Grade Sava Mala, …
This is a gallery about Serbia, with love. and contains 1 images.