Kickstart, jump on, ride... There is no the-whole-idea kinda thing for this ride which left me dizzy and it's still somehow working it's way in my consciousness some months after stepping off the saddle of the second motorcycle that i left behind a long way from where i am now, after being a never-let-me-down apparatus. Oh well, there is, otherwise i wouldn't have done it but i'm not gonna go into it, that's not why i'm here. I'm here just to make a ride report and that's what i'm going to do. One day, being 10th of May 2017, I got next to my 640 lc4 enduro, the only motorcycle that i have ever owned since the odo was showing 2km and until 33200km after 12 years of ups and downs, kickstarted it, jumped on after getting enough stuff with me to last me for some time although i couldn't tell how long, maybe with the hope that time will somehow stop, and decided to go as far east as i can before the engine stops and cannot be started or i, for whatever reason, will not be able to start it or ride it. You get the idea and if you don't it's just as fine. Even if there was an idea it got insignificant after some time and it could probably be summarized in the chase is better than the catch or rather the chase is the catch and come hell or high water. The starting point of my trip was my hometown named Caransebes which is supposed to mean fast river and which does have a fast river crossing through it, actually two becoming one. Caransebes is a small town in Romania at the bottom of the fortress of Tarcu, a mountain that does look like a fortress somehow and from where one of the two joining rivers called Sebes springs . Some say that it means dark river as kara in turkish means dark and the place has, as most of southern Romania, a long ottoman history. So here goes what i would call now an exercise in my selective memory... the plain and maybe sometimes a bit boring report of how far i got and what happened along the way. And it all started looking like this: Day 1,2,3 - 10-12 May 2017 Caransebes, Romania -> Sofia, Bulgaria The ride from my home town to Sofia was pretty standard, ride, ride, ride to get to the destination. Nothing really worth seeing on the way as it is pretty boring and it's not something i haven't covered before, just not on a two wheeler. Romania and Bulgaria are quite similar in looks and feel and now, while remnants of my selective memory still linger, i remember two moments. The first was while passing a romanian village close to Danube involving two kids that saw me passing and gave me what i would call an edifying image of this country of contrasts and probably many others. Most of the kids in such villages are quite happy to see a passing motorcycle and wave happily. In this case one waved and one spat. Yes, spat in my direction in a wtf-are-you-doing-in-our-village-and-pisof way. Well, he might've had a bad day, some scooter scratched his toes or something to that effect so i did not take it personally. I was expecting the existential ambivalence but maybe not so fast, not in the first day or even hours. The second one was when i was passing a village in Bulgaria and in front of me a tractor towing a trailer full of hay was slowly dragging along. For a hay reason i remembered the times that as a kid i was harvesting it in the field with my family and grandparents, forks and grapes, no motorized mechanics, and the smell of it instantly resurged in my psyche. As i was approaching the trailer i took a deep breath to par my memory with the moment but alas, all i could smell was the dark smoke coming from the tractor's exhaust pipe. I would have preferred the smell of digested grass from a horse's back to the black, partially ignited diesel. And the neighing too. I spent the next two days in Sofia trying to get a visa for Mongolia with the intention and hope to make it there. I have to express a sincere kudos to the Embassy of Mongolia in Sofia. They decorated my passport with a mongolian visa in just a couple of hours after applying. There was some explaining and details before applying but it all went like a charm. So here i am, as far as i have ever been from Mongolia while also holding a visa for it and withstanding this anxious feeling of will-i-make-it-all-the-way-there. I believe that it was actually the next day that my adventure really started when i crossed into Asia as i arrived in a crowded and colorful Istanbul.