It’s a simple question, why do people ride motorbikes? What drives them to leave the safety of a warm box and replace it with the mercy of mother nature? Why choose two wheels and the risk of toppling over above four? Are we crazy? And still, why are so many people intrigued by riding motorbikes,…
Let’s talk about the untalkable. Let’s speak the unspeakable. For the past few months I’ve been balancing on the edge of a cliff. I knew it, I felt it, and I was scared to fall. Since last summer I knew I had to be careful. When it took me two full weeks of holiday to…
This year has been a strange year and with that I have developed some strange new habits. Sitting on the kitchen table while listening to music, dancing in the middle of the living room when taking a break from work and sometimes I find myself closing my eyes and letting my thoughts drift away to…
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…