This space is aimed for sharing beautiful and memorable experiences created while traveling the roads and slopes of one of the oldest mountains of the old world – The Old Mountain. The Old Mountain lays on the eastern edge of southern Europe stretching over three countries. I intend to share stories and memories from the most remote parts of Old Mountain, unveiling its best kept secrets and treasures.
I am an ancestor of the Old Mountaineers. My grand parents left their villages and moved to the capital city after World War II. The migration continued as my father moved to Scandinavia where he eventually met my mother.
Today I am a frequent visitor of Old Mountain and I invite you all who admire the power of nature and its forces, worship the solitude and beautiful meetings across borders, to an unforgettable journey by foot, bike, skis, or wings.