After half a year of no off-road riding, we arrived in The Netherlands to get my wheels dirty once more. The first part of mud nearly brought me to tears. Not the brave and happy kind of tears, but the terrified kind because I couldn’t remember how I ever got through these sticky situations. No…
Slowly I open my eyes. My down sleeping bag hugging me. The cold carresing my face. An owl barking in the distance. The cosiness of warmth surrounded by the icecold night. A sensation that makes me enjoy lying awake at night. A feeling of pureness. I close my eyes again and listen to the wind…
Sitting inside her apartment, watching the dark clouds drift by, she suddenly felt like a little girl again instead of the young woman she had become. The first rain drops started trickling down, making their way across the window like tears rolling down a cheek. She feels stuck, imprisoned in her own apartment. Not because…
It all started with a challenge, a challenge I accpeted. My boyfriend, Jonas, dared me to write about the happy side of being on crutches. Not an easy challenge and damn it was hard to focus on the positive side of not being able to walk, but at least I gave it a shot. Being…
Since I was 14 years old I wrote all kinds of stuff down in a diary, but I was told that I was a bad writer, so my words turned into secrets. They still are. A pile of notebooks filled with teenager thoughts, dreams and longings. It took me nearly ten years of secret scribbling…
We love, we give, we ride. Love in all its shapes and forms. Undefineable it escapes us. Silently it roars. We try to give it a name and capture it with all its highs and lows. Romantic love, sibling love, love for parents, love for friends, love for grandparents, love for beauty, love for a…
Imagine our skin could tell a story. Imagine writing all over our body for everybody to see and read. Now we see stories in each others eyes. We listen, we feel and we understand. But without us thinking about it, our skin tells a story. A story of life, of adventure, of pain and of…
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…
