Imagine our skin could tell a story. Imagine writing all over our body for everybody to see and read. Now we see stories in each others eyes. We listen, we feel and we understand. But without us thinking about it, our skin tells a story. A story of life, of adventure, of pain and of…
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,…
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,…
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…
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…
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,…
Last weekend we were harshly reminded of how precious life can be. We received the news that a friend, a fellow traveller and an incredible human being lost his life. Just a few days before his departure he told us how much he was looking forward to his motorbike trip with his loved one. The…
How do we define what is and what isn’t? Has something really happened if it hasn’t been shared online? So much of reality is defined by the internet and social media. Information, fake or not, travels around the globe at light speed, uncontrolled and unaccounted for. Where does reality stop and fiction take over?Many of…
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…
