Mototrip 2025 - First day – from Bulgaria to Croatia

 

We woke up around 6 am.

My boy was still sleeping.
I hoped he would wake up before we left — just so I could hug and kiss him a million times.

We had breakfast together.
A quiet morning, full of hugs.

And then we left.

I didn’t feel sad.
I knew he would be okay.
My mom was with him — and he adores her.
They were going to have their own little adventure.

We took the car to the garage.
The bike was waiting.

There’s something about that moment — putting on your gear, packing the last things, knowing you’re about to leave everything familiar behind.

We left Sofia and headed to Serbia, where we were supposed to meet the rest of the group.

There were six men. And me.

Most of them were around my parents’ age.
I didn’t know what to expect.

But within a few hours, I found myself laughing so hard I almost cried.
They were kind, warm, and surprisingly fun to be around.

We arrived early near Paraćin.

I had a coffee.
Sat quietly with my book.
The kind of quiet that feels full, not empty.

Everything around was green.
Soft, endless green.

I noticed the acacia trees.

When the group arrived, we didn’t rush.

Just a bit of talking.
A bit of laughter.
And then — the road again.

The plan was simple:

→ reach Slavonski Brod by evening

And somewhere along the ride, I remembered something:

how it feels to be free.

The wind.
The movement.
That strange mix of calm and excitement.

In the morning it was cold — the kind of cold that wakes you up.
Later, the sun came out, and everything softened.

Croatia felt green in a different way.

Even on the motorway, I felt close to nature.

Like I wasn’t just passing through — but actually experiencing it.

Around 7 pm, after a few coffee stops, we arrived.

The apartment was big, modern, and cosy.
Three bedrooms. One bathroom.

And somehow, they all insisted I take the first shower.

A shower after a whole day on a bike feels like being reborn.

We found a small restaurant nearby.

And I fell in love with it instantly.

A tiny house.
Warm lights.
Soft atmosphere.

The kind of place where you feel at home — but slightly more beautiful.

The food was amazing.
We were too hungry to even take pictures.

We just ate.
And laughed.
And drank local beer.

Later that night, I went to bed exhausted.

And slept like a calm, happy child.

More photos here.

If you ever felt the need to just leave, even for a little while… maybe this is your sign.

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Day 2