This year has been a strange year and with that I have developed some strange new habits. Sitting on the kitchen table while listening to music, dancing in the middle of the living room when taking a break from work and sometimes I find myself closing my eyes and letting my thoughts drift away to…
Roaring inside. Running. Riding. Silent and untameable in its restlessness it consumes me. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Anger. Determination. Unspeakable words dancing on its own and flying with the wind. Small deeds to feel alive. In the morning, after getting out of bed, I go outside to take a plunge in the deep,…
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…
It’s rather ironic really. Something nobody had ever heard of started affecting nearly everybody’s life in the time span of just a few weeks. I don’t think I need to use the C-word again. Everybody knows what I am talking about. Closed schools, empty cities and hospitals preparing for war. Yet, never before have I…
First, let me clarify. Winter in Belgium are temperatures around 0°C, rain and mist. In theory we should have snow, but that hasn’t really been the case for quite some years. With riding I in turn mean taking your bike on a multi-hour spin. Back and forth to the shop in general shouldn’t be an…
When riding my bike off-road she is definitely the most capable of the both of us. Without looking back, she ploughs through the mud, takes on the puddles and ends up in a ditch to be picked up again. Indicators broken, but she doesn’t care. I can honestly tell you that I would be in…
Seeing a woman on a bike, people at times get the image of a fearless human being who strides forward, head up high, eyes locked on the horizon, knowing exactly what she wants from life. Instead, within the helmet, sits a little girl, curious to the world around her. A girl with crazy ideals and…
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…
