Starting Out: A Motorhome Journey to the Balkans and Greece
Leaving Solothurn for an unscripted journey along the sea’s quieter edges — with a motorhome, a camera, and no urgent destination.
There are trips you plan.
And there are trips that start because a little voice somewhere says, go now.
This spring, I left Solothurn in my motorhome, steering south toward the Western Balkans and Greece. No fixed itinerary, no cities circled on a map. Just a general direction: toward coastlines that don’t know they’re beautiful, villages that haven’t started posing yet, and long stretches of road that are still patient with travelers who have no urgent need to arrive.
The motorhome—sometimes called an RV, sometimes just “the truck” depending on how stubborn it feels—is my only companion. Inside it, a pan for fresh fish, gadgets with travel tools, and enough stubbornness to keep avoiding highways whenever possible.
Sometimes called the motorhome, sometimes RV, often just “the truck” depending on how stubborn it feels.
Over the next few weeks, this blog will follow the journey.
Expect stories shaped by salty air and small mistakes.
Expect photo essays where boats, markets, and crooked alleys tell more than any itinerary could.
Expect a few wrong turns, a few empty beaches, and the occasional philosophy lecture given by a crumbling ruin at sunset.
What you should not expect:
Lists of top ten things to see.
Guides on how to pack light.
Or any advice on the best selfie spots.
This is a motorhome journey stitched together one slow day at a time, measured in coffee cups balanced on dashboards, languages half-understood, and sea winds that remember everything.
Thanks for riding along.
Update May 11th, 2025: Trip totals = 6’403.04km / 89h pure driving time / 11 Countries (8 for the 1st time)
This is the actually plotted trip map that was created during the trip (recorded in MRA Route Planner - MyRouteApp.com). Eastern route was taken for speed on way back.
