Roaring inside. Running. Riding. Silent and untameable in its restlessness it consumes me. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Anger. Determination. Unspeakable words dancing on its own and flying with the wind. Small deeds to feel alive. In the morning, after getting out of bed, I go outside to take a plunge in the deep,…
Run through life! Take every opportunity along the way! Be busy. Don’t miss out. Do everything and belong to a world that is spinning faster and faster leaving people dazed and confused. Imagine time was a currency. We would be the poorest people alive. We hurry through life and the only thing awaiting us at…
We continue our journey towards the big road. On weekdays it’s a crowded place, but on Sunday morning it’s as peaceful as a dewdrop. Straight ahead, at 90km/hour, we cruise along. The world is silent. Slowly I’m starting to think that maybe she doesn’t know where she’s going. Maybe she’s just driving along towards new…
It’s early in the morning. It’s dark. It’s cold. I’m surrounded by others, yet I’m alone. She’s far away from me. Every night she leaves me for another. I see her going inside her apartment with this guy after he parks his companion next to me. I think he also likes me, but sometimes he…
The truth is that I’ve been holding off writing this blog. Practical advice isn’t really my strong point. Mostly I write about experiences, thoughts, plans or adventures. First, I did this on paper. Then, during my stay in Ecuador, it moved online, simply because it was a requirement to obtain a scholarship. From then on,…
The feeling of life, do you know it? Do you feel it tickling your toes when you wake up in the morning? Do you long for that moment where the wind sings you to sleep and the cold gives you a goodnight kiss on your cheek? Do you remember those days that you were soaked…
When we started this trip, I was terrified. Terrified of how expensive this multi-week trip might turn out to be. Travelling in Belgium and The Netherlands meant, not going to very remote places and not being able to wild camp. With wild camping being forbidden in both countries and our tent being bright orange we…
My two bikes. My two companions I trust upon when I go off-road riding. Big versus small. Yellow versus red. No winners and no losers, just two completely different machines. My little and agile Honda CRF250l let’s me ride like a pro rider without being one. My old and sturdy BMW r850gs gives me the…
Last weekend we were harshly reminded of how precious life can be. We received the news that a friend, a fellow traveller and an incredible human being lost his life. Just a few days before his departure he told us how much he was looking forward to his motorbike trip with his loved one. The…