Close your eyes, listen to waves hitting the hull of the ferry, and feel the wind roaring above. Forget the rain for a moment. Try to fathom where in the world you’ve ended up: a tiny dot next to Chile, yet only three times smaller than Belgium. A final stop before the long road to…
We are very excited to share some big news with you, our very first YouTube video is live! After months of doubting ourselves, questioning our capabilities and living life on the road, we finally managed to put a video together to introduce ourselves and give you a dynamic glimpse into our life on wheels. Some…
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.
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…
Today the note on my tea bag asked me “How have you changed throughout the past five years?”. Reading this I realized that this question is posed the wrong way. It should be “How haven’t you changed in the past five years?”. So much has happened. The only things that are the same for me…
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…
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…