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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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Where is “Home”?
Certainly I am not the first nor the last one to asks this question. And in the end we all have to answer it for ourselves. Where is your “Home”? And what is it? A place, a feeling, is it where you grew up, did you build it yourself, does it move or is it…
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Am I the only one doing this?
After I had pushed myself to my limits yesterday only to get saved by the bakery woman and her friend. Today, I decided was going to be a good day. Leaving town with a sandwich and some cookies, I was looking forward to my coffee after a gentle 15km through the sleepy mornings. Green and…
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Do you choose Love or Destruction?
I am done. Not out of love nor forgiveness. Just because I am sick of filling my head with other peoples crap. Stubbornness. Maybe that’s the way I have to take it. In the end, that is, what brought me so far in life. Stubbornness for everyone who told me it wouldn’t work, everyone that…
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Leaving town by bike.
The first day of another cycling adventure. Who would have thought? As I am pedalling through a fresh overcast Thursday morning in May, my thoughts are passing by, like all these buildings that used to weigh heavy on my sense of freedom. Now I am passing them, on my way out of town. Left, right,…
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1 week and 1 day.
1 week and 1 day, sometimes thats all it takes for a crazy idea to become tangible reality. As I cycle around my favourite little hill side lake, it comes up again. That feeling, free and wide the world in front of me, cycling feels more like flying. “Why can’t I keep pedalling like that…
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How 5 Minutes turn into 5 weeks.
Sometimes the smallest details are the most exciting to think of. And the hardest to put into reality.
kesityu. 