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…
It all started with a challenge, a challenge I accpeted. My boyfriend, Jonas, dared me to write about the happy side of being on crutches. Not an easy challenge and damn it was hard to focus on the positive side of not being able to walk, but at least I gave it a shot. Being…
It’s a simple question, why do people ride motorbikes? What drives them to leave the safety of a warm box and replace it with the mercy of mother nature? Why choose two wheels and the risk of toppling over above four? Are we crazy? And still, why are so many people intrigued by riding motorbikes,…
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…
Run through life! Take every opportunity along the way! Be busy. Don’t miss out. Do everything and belong to a world that is spinning faster and faster leaving people dazed and confused. Imagine time was a currency. We would be the poorest people alive. We hurry through life and the only thing awaiting us at…
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…
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…
After 4 fours of commuting going from the place where I was staying to my work in Paris and back again I was honestly frustrated with myself. Why didn’t I just book a place closer by my work? How did I ever think this would be a good idea? Then I opened my window and…
