Remember me my love, I’m the one you’re dreaming of Going for a ride, I’ll keep you warm inside I’m Gonna roll up the sidewalk, I’m gonna tear up the ground Comin’ round to meet you, The long way round Sooner or later, I’ll get me off this track Gotta do what it is that I do and then I’m – coming back Got sun in my face, sleeping rough on the road I’ll tell you all about it, when I get home Gonna roll up the sidewalk, I’m gonna
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry – Jack Kerouac. Disclaimer: I will use the term Americas referring to the whole continent. Americas to me is the whole of North America, Central America and South America. Where I come from in school you learn there are five continents like the Olympic Rings, one is America or Americas. It’s been almost a month since I arrived in Ushuaia, the world’s southmost city in, in Patagonia and the point of arrival of my crossing of the American continent from tip to
Happiness is only real when shared.” Christopher McCandless Firstly, let’s start from the conclusion: for me, cycling is an activity to be undertaken on one’s own, at least for the most part of a long adventure. Number of companions: zero is the ideal, one acceptable, two or more are a crowd. I travelled solo for a long time; sometimes with a friend or companion met on the road or with couple of other biketourers or even a small group. Consequently, after nearly two years of life on the road I
“Where you travel to, I would love to receive a beautiful postcard.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita “My mother is a great artist, but she always treated her paintings like minor postcards. Had she pursued it, she would have been a great artist. Instead, she looked down on her art.” ― Isabel Allende My journey is long. What I try to do is live in the most frugal and stoic way possible. My daily budget is well below 3/5 € per day. Most days you do not spend more than $
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and
Leaving New York, never easy (it’s pulling me apart). I saw the light fading out. – R.E.M “Leaving New York” 22/12/2015 Hmm…heavy. Too heavy. Overloaded. Impossible to continue the journey in this way. My legs are hard. I can’t get more speed. There are not enough hours of daylight to make mileage. It’s colder than expected. Probably I wont be able to divert through the Monument Valley. These are just some of the thoughts that plagued my mind as I left San Francisco. I’m not the only one who has
A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles. – Tim Cahill I cycled for two months alone, for most of time in the wilderness, days were punctuated by the elements. Hellenic culture listed four: fire, earth, air and water. According to Aristotle in these he added a fifth, ether or quintessence. He considered the essence of the celestial world opposed to the four terrestrial and believed that the ether was eternal, immutable, weightless and transparent. Alchemists even believed that the ether was the compound of the philosopher’s stone.