Epic trail. Masca Gorge, Tenerife Island

Rough, spectacular, wild…only a few attributes of this exhilarating  Pirates trail

I did some travelling since my visit to Tenerife and although I saw some beautiful places, Tenerife remains one of my favourite places. Sure, Portugal is also running for this place but Tenerife and Portugal are two different experiences…

There were many things which made me adore Tenerife but this time I will talk about the most spectacular trail I EVER DONE, Masca Gorge.

Masca Gorge is part of Teno Rural Park placed on the west of the island. It is one of the most sensational parts of the islands and if you happen to land at Tenerife Sur airport during the day you cant miss it. When approached  by car is not less spectacular, the road is winding through some scenic landscape. Indulge yourself with some adrenalin by crossing the park taking the road from Santiago del Teide to Buenavista del Nte. It will be worth it. If you add some fog , wind and twilight the fun is guaranteed. Proceed with cautious, though. The road is appealingly beautiful but none the less dangerous.

Epic trail. Masca Gorge, Tenerife Island

Going South. Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria

When a Sunday morning starts with a sudden urge to drink my coffee in… Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria

Rainy and awfully crappy Sunday morning. By the look of it, seemed like I would be confined indoors for the rest of the day and definitely this wasn’t an option for me. So, after a short brainstorming with my friend Crina we decided to run south. In this case south means, Bulgaria, Veliko Tarnovo. There was a logic behind our decision. We were hoping to leave somehow the rain behind and we knew that Veliko would be an interesting destination as well. Actually, that day we did not have a better option..therefore, against all odds, it turned out to be a good choice after all.

Going South. Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria

Romania. Autumn in the Rucar-Bran Passage

Passing through Apple County when Autumn is knocking on the door

It was Autumn! The calendar said so. The decreased temperatures outside said so. The invading yellows and reds all over the trees said so. Everything around me said so…Yep…It was time for me to admit it. The Summer was gone! No more sandals, no more Summer dresses. No more run away to the seaside. But hey…The Summer is dead! Long live Autumn!

With these in mind one Sunday morning I decided to leave Bucharest and have a taste of Autumn and I knew the perfect place for it. That place was almost 200 km away from Bucharest and since Romania is not really the land of the highways but mostly the land of the lack of highways, I knew is going to take forever to reach it. But, for 5 minutes in that place, I would have been able to endure hours of driving.

That mirific place I wanted to reach was Sirnea Village placed on the Rucar-Bran passage. This passage connecting the south region of Romania with Transylvania is the most picturesque area in Romania. No matter the season the landscape is absolutely magnificent.

Romania. Autumn in the Rucar-Bran Passage

Wanderer on Bulgarian pristine beaches

Escaping the overcrowded and noisy Romanian seaside to discover the still remaining pristine beaches on Bulgarian coastline

Saturday morning, still asleep, I was on my way to the Romanian seaside. It was supposed to be one day trip to Vadu, a pristine beach placed in the Natural Reserve of Danube Delta. Been there before and although wild, the way I like it, the presence of thousands of mosquitos, the rightful inhabitants of that marshy place prevented me from exploring it the way I wanted. I knew that it will be kind of boring, but it did not matter to me. All I wanted was the sounds and smell of the sea and the touch of sun and sand on my skin. This was the initial plan, but the fate decided otherwise…

Wanderer on Bulgarian pristine beaches

The Ravello Wedding. A Fairytale about a Fairytale

 Travelling 2283 Km from Bucharest to Ravello, Italy to one of the most beautiful wedding location I ever saw, to make a fairytale come true

The Ravello episode happened so fast that without even realising I was already in a van heading with full speed towards Romanian border to Hungary, It was 5AM and I was looking outside the window how mists were lingering above the ground glowing from the morning sunshine on Transylvanian plains.

The Ravello Wedding. A Fairytale about a Fairytale

Meteora. Greece on the road.

Meteora, the world above the earth, beneath the clouds, overlooking the plain of Thessaly

The last day of my road trip to Greece came so fast that I could not believe that the eight days allocated for it already passed. We left Lefkada pretty early, not before having my coffee on the terrace watching the sea thou. We had a long trip ahead of us, 405 km to Thessaloniki where we were supposed to spend the last night before leaving Greece. I kept looking at the amazingly blue colour of the sea and although I was sad for leaving I was happy for the time spent in its vicinity. I will be back! I know I will!

On the today agenda was a detour to Meteora. I thought that since I have been so many times in Greece maybe I should see Meteora although I wasn’t very enthusiastic about the idea. I would have preferred to spend another  day close to the sea if possible. In my mind, I had an idea of what I might see there, or at least I thought I knew what I might see there. Again I realise how wrong I was. What I found there was beyond my expectations.

Meteora. Greece on the road.

Lefkada again. Greece on the road.

Lefkada, a unique beauty with mesmerising blue waters washing its shores

It was those incredible blue waters that made me return to Lefkada. I could not stay away nor miss it. I could not have a road trip through Greece without going to Lefkada. I just couldn`t.

I left Corfu with no regrets. Two days are not enough for an island to visit, but it was enough for me. In my mind, I could already see myself wandering on the west coast Lefkada. From Igoumenitsa where the ferry left us after crossing the sea we took, the road E55. 135 km road to Lefkada is passing through some scenic landscape. Lefkada is an island connected to the mainland by a mobile bridge so it does not involve crossing the sea with a ferry. Be aware, thou, after you cross the mobile bridge you might encounter the “greeting committee“. This “greeting committee“ has the sole purpose to collect money for the budget so you might find yourself being fined without knowing why. Don`t worry they will find a reason. I am saying this because we had  the “pleasure “ of meeting this committee and our contribution to the budget was 40 euros.  The irony of the situation was that they accused Crina of speeding when she definitely was not. Don`t get me wrong, she is far from being a saint, speeding is her middle name. But that particularly moment she was not speeding at all.

Lefkada again. Greece on the road.

Greece, on the road. Back to Corfu

Corfu, marked by the symbol of water was always part of Greek history starting with Greek mythology…

“Nausicaa: Never forget me, for I gave you life“ Homer- Odyssey

Back to Corfu! Driven by my curiosity I am always returning to places which are raising questions not answered yet.

The island of Corfu, the love nest of Poseidon and the nymph Kerkyra it is bounded by the water symbol and despite the tourism industry invasion still keeps some unaltered features. Since I have been there twice already, this time, I knew for sure where I want to go and what I want to see. As always, my aim was..the west coast…

Greece, on the road. Back to Corfu

Greece on the Road. Parga

“There is a path in my garden which leads to my hidden place.
There is a place in my garden which is my secret space.
There is a space in my garden which is my little Heaven..Parga, Greece“  The Lonely Traveler

Parga…Parga, it is indeed my little piece of heaven…But wait…I forgot an essential thing.,What the hell is Parga!? I know. There aren`t may of you who know what Parga is so I should clarify this mystery.

Parga is a small town on the north-west coast of Greece in the region of Epirus. It is famous for its scenic beauty and the architectural style has French and Venetian influences. It was the only free village under the Ottoman Occupation and they fought along with the Venetians from Corfu Island against the Turks.

Greece on the Road. Parga

Greece. On the road series

Crossing Greece from Kavala on the East coast to Parga on the West coast. 495 km on Egnatia Odos Highway through mountainous regions of  Thrace and Epirus

Greece! YES!!! This time was going to happen and I could not wait to be again on the road. Packed as always more than I need it and we hit the road…If in Montenegro were three of us, this time, it was just Crina and I. Me as always being in charge of the navigation.

From Bucharest to Kavala are 569 km and to get there we had to cross Bulgaria where I discovered that besides navigation I had to do some camera spotting and traffic police spotting too in order to avoid getting any fine for speeding. This spotting business kept me alert and I did not realise when we crossed the border with  Greece at Makaza.

Greece. On the road series