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…
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…