Traveling together with my Boyfriend

"Alaska?!? Brrrh! Why do you want to go there? In the summer!" This was the response I got from most of the people back home when I told them I would travel to Alaska. But I would not come here in the winter and I can assure you that my first days here were as warm and sunny as the best summer days in Finland. Look at this photo, for example:

But later, the weather turned into this:

I started this trip alone, but Asser, my boyfriend, arrived on 30 July, and I must say it is much nicer to travel together than alone - even though I have previously done many trips on my own. We will explore this state, 'the last frontier' or 'the land of the brave and the free', together for a period of three weeks, after which I will stay here alone for another month. After doing some shopping in Anchorage, we first went back to Talkeetna, to camp and fish with Axel and his friend, a real gold miner, at the mouth of the Clear Creek, where I had been with Axel and some other CouchSurfers just a few days earlier.

Then we headed south from Anchorage, to the Kenai Peninsula. We went to Seward to see the celebrations of the 4th of July. For some, the Independence Day seemed to be a very nationalistic event, and for others, just another reason to get drunk. On a university course last winter, I had learned about the American exceptionalism and now I was experiencing it first hand. "Our God loves America; He blessed us like no other nation" declared a leaflet of a Baptist church. What the f***?! Anyhow, the following was probably the funniest and the most peculiar sight during the Independence Day parade.

Here's to you sportspeople: How long would it take you to run to the top of the mountain in the following photo and back? The mountain is called Mt Marathon, and the length of the trail, unlike the name suggests, is only 5km. The Mt Marathon Race is a celebrated Fourth of July event and Alaska's most famous footrace. This year, a new record was set to 42:55.

In Seward, we also went to see the Exit Glacier and did a boat trip as well as camped in a forest with my friend Yarrow and some other people working in the Denali National Park. They came to Seward for the long weekend, but we will also meet them later when we head for the interiors of Alaska.

From Seward, we continued further south and met again Axel, our CouchSurfing friend. He was fishing in Kasilof where Asser got to try his luck with the fishing rod after Running with the Bear had blessed us. The following morning, we saw our first brown bear!! (Safely from the other side of the river.)

After camping for five nights in a row, without a shower, waking up to a rain every morning - and still mostly enjoying it - we decided to stay at a hostel when we continued our trip to Homer. We stayed at the Seaside Farm where I might be spending much more time after Asser has returned to Finland. I loved the rural setting and might volunteer at the farm/hostel later on.

Camping Trip to the Talkeetna River

Camping at a river, playing Tarzan with a rope, canoeing, watching the king salmon come upriver, catching them, swimming in a lake in the forest, having dinners with red wine... I was planning to stay in Anchorage for my first week in Alaska, but instead, ended up going on a camping trip to the Talkeetna River with a bunch of CouchSurfers: Axel, the organiser, a German who first came to Alaska 20 years ago; Corinne from France; Lisa from Germany; and Evan from Oregon, US.

Welcome to the USA - You're suspicious!

What a "friendly" reception I had when I arrived in Anchorage, Alaska! At passport control, I was taken to another room where the officials first made me sit and wait, then asked me some questions, and finally searched my backpack. How suspicious is it to come for a two-month backpacking trip without clear plans?! And, in your passport, to have all those visas to and stamps from many different countries! And not have a permanent job back home! I guess next time when I go traveling, I should print out my account statement... I understood they were worried that I would work here without a work permit. But I am only planning to do some voluntary work, to work for my room and board in order to keep my travel costs low. The customs officer confirmed that such an exchange deal is fine as long as I do not get paid.

Anyway, all the other people here have been really nice to me. I hosted Sage, an Anchorageite (=someone from Anchorage), for a few days during her bicycle trip to Europe last year. Now she was jumping for joy knowing that I was coming to Alaska - and she bought a car for my use while I am here! Unbelievable! What an amazing friend I have! Here is "my" new car:

Below is a street view from Anchorage. Tomorrow I get to see what lies behind those mountains surrounding the city, as I go on a camping trip to the Talkeetna River with some CouchSurfers.

Art and Rakia in the Countryside of BiH

From Sarajevo I hurried to Mostar to see the famous bridge and the former front line.

Then I continued to the countryside to Zelenkovac where an artist named Borislav Jankovic has built a wooden house with an art gallery & bar and funky towers. In Zelenkovac life is ecological, visitors come and go, the ambiance is easy-going and rakia (home-made spirits) flows.

The entrance...

...to my little room on the roof:

Learning about the Siege of Saravejo

Travel blog updates should be written while still traveling - not back home, six months after the trip! Anyhow, I'll now try to finish the story of my trip to the Balkans last summer.

In Bosnia and Herzegovina my first (quick) stop was in Sarajevo. The most intriguing thing leaving me strongest memories was an exhibition about the 3 ½-year-long siege of Sarajevo. As I've grown up safely in Finland, it's very hard for me to imagine how it has been to live in such conditions.

"The siege of Sarajevo led to shortages of all supplies of life - food, water, electricity and gas. People survived on humanitarian aid, which was also sold at market places. People were often killed while queuing for water.

Electricity of gas was even less available. Survival produced new innovations. Makeshift stoves were made and used both for heating and cooking. A variety of gas and oil lamps were also improvised. Anything that could burn was used as heating fuel.

On tables in Sarajevo there was less and less food. Consequently, lawns around houses were turned into vegetable gardens. Dandelions and nettles were picked at the local green plots. A specific war cookery was compiled. People ate everything, but there was nothing..."

Some photos of a memorial wall of the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina:

Мостови Балкана - Folk Music Festival in Serbia

What was the best hitchhiking experience during my trip? It was in Serbia on the way from Montenegro to Bosnia and Herzegovina (Actually right after the worst hitchhiking experience!) when I ended up going, with the people who picked me up, to a folk music and dance festival I knew nothing about beforehand. I was lucky; usually you would see people wearing traditional clothes performing only at touristic restaurants. But there I was, in a small village between fields watching the groups that had come all over the Balkans. There was food, too, as it was some kind of a religious holiday and the Orthodox church had set the table for everyone.

Montenegro - my favourite of the Balkan countries

Now I know what is my favourite country in the Balkans: Montenegro! It's full of amazingly beautiful landscapes; it's so picturesque, so scenic. Mountains and canyons, the turquoise sea - magnificent scenery everywhere. Enjoy the following photos!

Sveti Stefan, an islet connected to the shore by a narrow isthmus and crammed full of terracotta-roofed dwellings, used to house a simple fishing community until it was turned into a luxury hotel. From the 1960s to the 1980s it was a big hit with the rich and famous. It is a beautiful place, but accommodation - even in the township onshore - is expensive, so I can't really recommend it to backpackers on a low budget. I enjoyed my swim around the island and ended up spending the night on a sun chair of a hotel for free.

My next stop was the stunning bay of Kotor surrounded by steep limestone mountains. I first visited the old town of Kotor (Unesco World Heritage listed) and then pedaled around the bay with a bicycle I rented from my hostel.

I decided to skip the capital, Podgorica, and went straight to Biogradska Gora National Park (easily accessible by hitchhiking!), where I rented a cabin for a night and strolled around the lake in one of Europe's last few remaining primeval forests.

My last stop in Montenegro was Durmitor National Park where I did a leisurely walk around the Black Lake and a strenuous 12-hour hike to the highest peak in the park, Bobotov Kuk, 2523 m. (What made the hike so hard was that I took a wrong path at the beginning and had to take some difficult and scary shortcuts to reach my destination.)

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p.s. I'm already back home. I just haven't had time to make this update earlier...