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…
It was a big day. THE big day to be rather precise! The first day of two years on the road. Sounds easy enough, yet in practice, it felt scary and overwhelming. The motorbikes loaded with what seemed way too much luggage. Clothing for summer, gear for winter, camping equipmen, and everything to prepare food…
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…
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…
We love, we give, we ride. Love in all its shapes and forms. Undefineable it escapes us. Silently it roars. We try to give it a name and capture it with all its highs and lows. Romantic love, sibling love, love for parents, love for friends, love for grandparents, love for beauty, love for a…
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,…
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,…