Every entry,
kept together.

First snow on Vitosha with Mishu: Cherni Vruh, Skoparnika and a sea of clouds above Sofia. A quiet Saturday that brought back my love of winter hiking.

A September climb of Vihren with Vesko and Toni. A night in a tent, the first hints of snow and three friends at 2,914 metres as summer gives way to autumn.

Two Rila summits in a day, with Zliya Zub as the main goal and plenty of room to enjoy being in the mountains.

Seventeen kilos, a watermelon and friends on Malyovitsa. The nicest part was sharing slices with the people we met at the top.

A dark start on Marmolada, two Italian hikers and a shared way up Punta Penia during a few full days in the Dolomites.

Monte Antelao was the climb I had looked forward to most: loose rock, exposed ground and a day that asked for patience.

A sunrise, three Todorka summits and a look back at yesterday’s climb on Vihren, on my second day in Pirin with Vlado.

The first of two days in Pirin with Vlado: a climb to Vihren, marble peaks all around and another ridge waiting for tomorrow.

Razboina stayed out of reach, but almost twenty kilometres in the forest with Rado, Maria and Kaloyan made a day worth keeping.

Inspired by a Sliven tradition, I took a 43-kilo backpack onto Haidushka Puteka. The heat had the biggest say in the day.

The Monument of Liberty, Buzludzha and a day of stopping to look around in the Bulgarian mountains.

A warm-weather return to Kutelka with Vesko and Antonia, a jump into cold water and a chance meeting in the forest.

A planned twenty kilometres became almost thirty with Christian, crossing four peaks and a landscape that kept changing.

Two visits to Pesechnika and the forest above Sliven: a solo walk, and photographs from time there with Vesko and Toni.

A short outing near Sliven with my sister Anya: the Serpent Holes, waterfalls and her first turn leading us home.

Mitko and I carried, pushed and dragged our bikes up Haidushka Puteka, then rode into a valley full of cold mist.

A solo walk to Boyana Waterfall, where running water met winter ice, followed by a quieter return past Boyana Lake.

Fifteen kilometres, a cold persistent wind and the Futula Waterfalls at the end of a walk I was happy to be out on.

A fifty-two-kilometre bike outing from Sliven towards Ichera, with old houses, springs and two waterfalls along the way.

Two days on the bikes with Dimitar Terziev, a night in my village and a spontaneous visit to the church near Tvarditsa.

My first solo winter attempt on Malyovitsa: a hut night, softer snow than expected and the decision to leave the summit for another day.

A snowy walk from Breda into Mastbos, with a recovering leg, plenty of animals and a bus home when I had walked enough.

My first organised race at Emen: welcoming people, a beautiful trail and a memory I nearly left on the hard drive.

A winter climb on Cherni Vrah, a forgotten pair of gloves and a day made possible by Eva and Kaloyan.

The Nesebar Half Marathon brought me back to a place full of childhood summers, even if the race route was not what I had hoped for.

Nearly four hours alone in the dark before snow and sunrise on Botev, with a long list of friends behind the day.

My second recorded hike took me back to Kutelka, with a GoPro, a longer route than planned and plenty still to learn.

Thirty-two kilometres around Sliven with a friend, three familiar summit names and my first attempt to record a whole adventure.

A spontaneous trip with Svetlio and Eva, a hut cat on my lap and a sky full of stars. Two days on Musala that felt like a proper rest.