A firefly goodbye
With a little delay, we say goodbye to Greece that made us sweat, laugh and enjoy.
The proud snail – Transeurotrail Peloponnese Greece
A little red snail discovering the Peloponnese in all its beauty and glory. Some challenges here and there, a little swirl to the ground and a whole lot of nature.
A Greek day at the beach
It was a day like many other days before, or, like none at all. A cheeky day. A day filled with blue. A day with a smile in my heart. We had reached the Greek shores, and, together with the waves slowly rolling towards us, a peacefullness started to take over our day to day…
A road of questions (and doubt)
Before we had time to realise it, we had been on the road for more than a month. The road had been kind to us, the weather harsh and the sun heartwarming. Most of all, it had been an emotional rollercoaster. After so many years, we had truly left everything familiar and safe behind. Was…
Sicily and the art of tailgating
The ferry from Genova to Palermo felt slightly like a haunted house on the water. The seats we had reserved for the night were airplane seats in a gloomy room, windows so dirty it was near impossible to look out over the waves. A few people were scattered about, as much on the chairs as…
Hitting the road again
It was a big day. THE big day to be rather precise! The first day of two years on the road. Sounds easy enough, yet in practice, it felt scary and overwhelming. The motorbikes loaded with what seemed way too much luggage. Clothing for summer, gear for winter, camping equipmen, and everything to prepare food…
A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 8
They woke up at 6am. Because of the cold they decided to have breakfast in the tent one last time. By 8pm they had packed up their gear and headed across the beach towards the cliffs between them and their final destination, the Cape Wrath lighthouse they had been watching last night. The outflow of…
A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 7
The path slowly became rougher, turning indistinct at places. The rocks were slippery and the going was slow. Reaching Glendhu bothy, the heavens opened up. My carrier lady had left me inside the bothy with her partner while she went looking for the perfect bathroom spot. Returning after a while, she was soaked to her…
A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 6
My hiking friends started to realise that this time they might just make it all the way to Cape Wrath. Although they did not dare hope too much. On such a hike things can take a turn for the worst at any time. A storm coming in when high up in the mountains, a stupid…
