In the period of September and October, the houses of Bistrica village put on a red dress that shines on the autumn sun and shivers on the evening breeze. It is a festivity for the eyes, but a tingling sensation for the nose.
On the right side of the river Bregalnica, bellow the hill at the settlement Novo Selo (Ново Село), there is a small hotel of the lowest possible category. It is actually a run down, partially falling apart spa that is а leftover from the days when Yugoslavia was one country and Marshal Tito was still alive. But precisely because of all of that, this place is worth to spend a night even two.
Ponikva, at about 1580 masl, endless views of surrounding fields, beautiful nature landscapes, and still fairly wild potential is a wonderful place for exploration of local paths.
When I look at history, or at the news, actually when I look at my own surrounding I think that the human kind is doomed from its own evil doing. Yet, there are those individuals that amaze me with their goodness that I think that people are, deep down, good. And this day was the first of many where I experienced the goodness of people. Goodness that, perhaps, was all due to the fact that I was riding a bicycle. In any case, I think that these people, on this journey, restored my fate in the human kind, and made me overlook all the bad things that are happening constantly throughout the world.
After 63 days of riding my bicycle I am back home, where it all started. I continued eating the salty sticks that I opened the night before leaving. They were a bit soft, but just as good. I was back in my bed, it was warm and I had a soft pillow. It was all too weird, like it never happened. I wondered if I ever went anywhere… but a grim on my face and an overwhelming feeling of fulfillness, satisfaction, enlightenment and content assured me that the past 63 days with my bicycle were real.