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…
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,…
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…
This title may make falling sound a little too majestic, but if falling was an art, I would have mastered it by now. They say that you only become a biker after dropping your machine, well, hereby I can announce that I turn out to be a biker to the core of my being. People…
Life is moving and when I sit still I often get the feeling it may leave me behind. Life is an action, an adventure, rather than time passively passing by. When talking about adventure people often think of tropical islands, secluded deserts, snowy mountains or lush rain forests, and they are right, but at the…