Bird on Bike » by Ferry

Dec 9 Iznik to Yalova, ferry boat to Istanbul

birdonbike — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 15:00:55 +0000

65km

Riding through Iznik Bazaar in the morning

Typical scene along small roads at this time of the year, The long Olive Harvest

A chance encounter with Quentin, a French Cyclist headed towards Syria

Getting onto the ferry to Istanbul at Yalova

Nov 11 Chios, Greece to Illica, Turkey

birdonbike — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:17:07 +0000

We crossed the Aegean Sea to Turkey, bright and early. We stepped foot into Turkey and felt instant relief. We had made it.

The port manager invited us into his office and gave us directions to his friend’s Thermal Pool. We found a great cafe and sunk into Turkish cuisine!!

Nov 9_10 Ferry Boat to Chios

birdonbike — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:12:24 +0000

We happily boarded the boat for the 20 hour ferry ride to Island Chios. We claimed nice corner spot for our sleeping bags and settled in for a queezy night at sea.

Breakfast on the deck of the ship to Chios

This was the biggest boat either of us have been on

Oct 21 Island Krk to Island Pag

birdonbike — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:10:55 +0000

68km 1128m gained in elevation

This was the day of three islands, a mainland, and a ton of climbing. Ferry from Krk to Rab; Ferry from Rab to Mainland; Ferry from Mainland to Pag. Each time you went to a ferry you went 300-400 m down to sea level and each time you got off a ferry you went 300-400m up into the hills. Island Rab was pretty overbuilt without much planning, and was rather unattractive and off-putting, overcast skies to no aid. The mainland was intense, with high peaks to the east and dramtic coastal cliffs to the west. Pag was out of this world beautiful. The photos speak for themselves.

Sinking vessel on Island Rab

Chad cold on the ferry from Island Rab to mainland Croatia

Port town of Jablanac, mainland Croatia

a courageous family of five cycling towards Pag ferry on Croatian Coast

This place really felt like riding through a desert, but chilly

Our road from the ferry on Pag Island

Riding through the rocks of Pag island

Endless grids of stone walls

Jowita on island Pag

Oct 20 Island Cres to Island Krk

birdonbike — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:08:11 +0000

25km

It was a very cold night here. When we woke the thermometer read 3c and there was ice crystals on the tent poles. We had to be on the road very early to get to the ferry to island krk on time. We had planned to go to Island Losinj but opted out for fear of being stuck there all week until we could get a ferry to Zadar. So we retraced our steps a bit to the ferry to Krk about 25km from our campsite. It was a very beautiful morning ride. We got to Krk and found out that the next possible ferry to Island Rab wasn’t for ten hours and would put us there in the dark. We were gung ho for it until we found our own empty beach with a perfect campsite. We bought beer, pondered over our maps, and swam in the sea.

One of the many sheep ampitheaters on Island Cres

Decent to the ferry on Island Cres

Taking a load off on an empty beach on Island Krk

Oct 19 Brestova, HR to Island Cres

birdonbike — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:05:54 +0000

47km

We woke early to catch the ferry to Island Cres. We were instantly charmed by this island as we began the slow rise into high ridge line that runs down it. Hand stacked rock walls made their mysterious prescence widely known to us as we worked our way up the hill. They existed everywhere; in the most absurd locations, where building them must have been a lifetimes worth of labor and appeared as though with a single gust would tumble to the ground.

We found a hole in one of the walls and wandered in to find a really nice secluded campsite. We stole some rocks from the walls and built a tall fire pit to keep our fire from wandering into the dry grasses.

Wersja Poska 10.20.09

Wyspy Chorwacji uslane sa drzewami oliwnymi (ktore sa wlasnie w sezonie i sama sie przekonalam, ze prosto z drzewa sa wstretnie gorzkie!!). Male poletka pokryte trawa lub onisto pomaranczowo gleba pocwiartkowane sa plotkami z kamieni. Wydaje sie, ze ktos uklada je porzadkujac wszystkie kamienie na wyspie, a jest ich sporo! Panuje niesamowity lad. Czasami niewiadomo co te ploty oddzielaja szczegolnie gdy polozone sa na niesamowicie stromych zboczach oddzielajac jedna bezuzyteczna czesc gory od drugiej. Towarzyszy nam wiatr, a przydrozne owce czasami witaja nas beczeniem.

Tea Time by sheep ampitheater

City of Cres

Ripe Fig from the tree