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28.09.2013

Rückblick Osteuropa

Looking back….on Eastern Europe

Eastern Europe, the fourth and final part of our trip, holds some unexpectedly beautiful spots. We leave Istanbul behind and all that comes next is Europe. On the last 5,000km of our journey, our experience is confirmed again: Exciting countries, varied landscapes and the impossibility to lump everything into one pot. We enjoy the end of our trip and the slow drive home.

Simon looks back

In general, one can say that the ideas - or rather prejudices - that I had about this region have not come true.

We will inevitably come home sooner or later. This is a fact we were very well aware of. It became even more obvious when we reached Bulgaria. The landscape was reminiscent of home, the culture almost as well, as did the religion. The only thing missing was the language. At the latest when we ordered our first coffee in Austria in German, the last difference had vanished. Romania was the big surprise for me on this part of our journey. The beautifully restored medieval cities, the lush green landscape and the barren mountains are very well remembered. In general, one can say that the ideas - or rather prejudices - that I had about this region have not come true. It was especially nice to be able to stay with a family in Romania. The vast forests and fields here have different dimensions than we know them from Switzerland.

It was a very good experience to be able to drive through the Balkan countries, even though I already once took the train through this region five years ago. The term Balkan shows the inappropriate generalization already mentioned. The almost oriental bazaar of Sarajevo is less than 200km away from the tourist beaches of Croatia. Seeing how many peoples and cultures live here in such a small space also helped to understand the past a little better. Understanding the past of this region better is a lasting experience of this trip. I don't like to admit that, but the investments of the EU that are flowing into these countries seem to have brought some progress in the infrastructure.

The nature in Slovenia is simply overwhelming. The cleanliness of the water in particular dwarfs everything that has been seen so far. Deep blue lakes and incredibly clear rivers full of fish next to rugged mountains that already represent the edge of the Alps. With the beginning of the Alps, Switzerland wasn't far either. In fact, when we left Slovenia, we were back in Bern just three days later. At home, you could say, depending on how you define it. We had to adapt to every foreign culture, here in Switzerland, it won't be any different.

Josephine looks back

When I think back to last month, which took us from Istanbul through 7 countries back to Switzerland, one insight comes to the fore: Eastern Europe is surprising. If you characterize this region in Switzerland, and in particular the Balkan region, you usually sum up all the countries – in a wrong way, I think. In contrary, each of the countries is unique, the culture, landscapes and the whole atmosphere change with every border crossing. I will particularly remember the view of the city of Sarajevo, whose surrounding hills are littered with white tombs. The war, so close, geographically and temporally, has never been on my mind and I have now become aware of it.

I especially enjoyed the bright colors, the wet, lush green grass in Romania, the emerald blue water in Croatia, next to the flaming red and orange grasses.

I was shocked by my own vague images and ideas, which slumbered quietly and completely unnoticed somewhere in the back of my head when countries like Romania or Bosnia came up. I was taught better and was able to dust my prejudices in every country. We also owe this to the many dear people who let us participate in their lives.

From the mountains to the sea, from villages to cities, the last month has been diverse. I especially enjoyed the bright colors, the wet, lush green grass in Romania, the emerald blue water in Croatia, next to the flaming red and orange grasses.

On the ferry to a Croatian island, in the midst of many tourists, I felt the first wave of wanderlust popping up again. To be somewhere in the wilderness now... The horizon as wide as the journey - a sigh and immediately afterwards a laugh, because the journey was not even over then. Since then, my faint suspicion that wanderlust is incurable has been confirmed. It is rather the opposite: The more I see, the more it pulls me away again, into the distance. The slow return, country by country, kilometer by kilometer, was on the one hand gentle and creeping, on the other hand tormenting: the end of our journey was never closer than in these days.

The mixture of feelings when I unlocked our front door for the first time can hardly be named. Great gratitude, joy, but also sadness and alienation. For the near future it will work the other way round: we don't have to find our way into foreign cultures, but rather rediscover our own without neglecting all the experiences we have made. If we succeed, we will have taken another step on the way to the true art of traveling.

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