A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 2
The little white travelling stone continues its adventure, further into Knoydart, “Britain’s last wilderness”!
A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 1
Shaped by wind, rain, water and shimmering light, I lay here. Cona Glen (near Fort William, Scotland) has been my home for centuries. Days, weeks, months and years have gone by. My edges became a little softer. My size a little smaller. Hidden away between my friends, I saw her coming my way. A woman…
A day in the life of an R850GS – Part 2
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…
A day in the life of an R850GS – Part 1
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…
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The art of falling
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…
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Running, hiking and biking
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…
The art of being
You know, I’ve got very loud thoughts. They constantly scream for attention and the moment I try to remember what they want to tell me they run off again. It’s a bit like playing hide and seek, but losing most of the time. The best ideas pop up late at night when I am half…
A storm of fear
It was a cold day, a muddy day and a rainy day. It was the first day of my life that I felt raw fear and knew a stupid mistake could be the end. It was the first time in my life that I felt afraid to die. We left the bothy in the early…
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Out of the frying pan and into the fire…
After 2 months we left Laos behind. It was a strange goodbye. After days full of heat and sunshine with the occasional storm, our last riding day to the LaLay border was a day full of rain and cold. I actually felt so cold I stopped to take all my luggage off the bike to…
