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500g Pasta for two isn’t too much.
I spend the first part of the day eating with little cycling breaks in between. Until I reach the town I headed towards some 30km away. Sitting next to the river I just had a swim in, I devour a huge portion of pasta. By that time I had already eaten as much as you…
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Climbing up this mountain – 2’429m by bike.
“How crazy is it to be here?” I think, a bit overwhelmed by the project in front of me, but mainly very excited about it. Excited because meanwhile this mountain looks scary and invincable now, I know by the end of the day I will be up there, no matter what. In that instant I…
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Cycling through the Alps by myself.
Morning view on a banana tree and a huge mountain in the background. Sleeping above the cows eating their cheese for dinner. Endless conversations over fresh bread until 1pm. Passing the only road just before they closed it for the day. Another view that makes me laugh out loud or almost cry because it’s that…
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How hard can it be?
“Are you sure you want to go up there with the bike?” asks the first person coming down the mountain. And the second, and the next one too. “How do they mean: ‘if I am sure’?” I wonder. As I am in the middle of a mountain path, pushing my heavily loaded bike up over…
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Every Adventure starts out as chaos.
At 5 am I wake up somewhere between a dream and my alarm clock. Still confused and not sure if I am more awake or still in the world of sleep. My bed is the most comfortable thing I can imagine. Why would anyone decide to leave such a beautiful thing behind, to exchange it…
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One last love letter.
Before I let go for good, before I’ll watch you drive away with someone else, I just wanted to dedicate a few words to all these corners I had built with my own hands, the corners that felt like home in another life. This house-truck sums up all the details I have come to notice…
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Climbing a mountain before breakfast…
…and swimming in a lake for lunch. Tired and cold I get up. Everything hurts, I slept like a bird on a pole, woke up many times during the whole night, feeling like I would fall from the bench which was my bed. It did rain and there where some crazy winds blowing over the…
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Why am I doing this?
Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers are kind and when I feel lost and alone. Why am I doing this? Why am I…
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Struck by lightning, almost.
Inner seconds I am drenched wet, barely I had the time to put the phone in my pocket. Thunder and lightning. “Hopefully they wont pass right where I am, how was it again you calculate how far the lightning is from where you stand?” Needless to remember as the lightning goes down right in front…
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Freedom lays behind fear.
Where do you place your fears? Are they motivating or hindering your choices? There are a few reasons why I embarked on that new adventure, cycling by myself to I don’t know where exactly. A few destinations in my head, but really I am doing this not for a destination but for my fears. One…
kesityu. 