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
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 $
If you’re not facing fear every day, you’re getting weaker, not stronger. – Tony Robbins A few days ago I was on a truck surrounded by Indians of La Guajira, on a strip of desert in the northern most tip of South America – a land divided between Colombia and Venezuela. I was on the truck, instead of on my bike. I was stunned, with one hand and neck that were burning, and stinging bumps in my head. With a smile on my face, I drank a sort of native
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