Little fears and a life ahead


As a child we expect so much from the world. Every moment is awaited full of excitement and untamed joy, but then we grow up. The twinkle in those young eyes fades away and is replaced by a hidden smile. Much to often dreams are replaced by routine. Curiosity answered by how things should be. No more questions asked. Walking in line, life goes by. Living suddenly became the main goal of life.

I cannot help but wonder, what happened along the way? Where did that twinkle go? Where did that untameable spirit go? Maybe I am stuck in a dream struggling to wake up, scared to see what the world has become, or maybe it is time for every one of us to think about the choices we make. Why do we make them? Where do they take us? Is this a step that will bring us closer to what we always expected from life?

Difficult questions, but how can we expect to find joy if we don’t dare to ask them. Too often decisions are made based on fear rather than passion. Fear is easy. Even though we don’t like it, it lingers around in our head and wraps itself around our heart. Fear of being alone, fear of what may be, fear of the future and fear that the past may catch up. I am no different. I am terrified about what is to come. I am more than scared to return back home. What will happen? What will life be like? How will I cope being at the same place for so long with a head filled with dreams and an untameable heart urging me to leave and keep on going?

Questions hard to answer. Doubts that scare me. No one that can give an answer except the future that lays ahead. Being on the road for about a year, I know one thing for sure, there is more to life than you expect. More possibilities, more options and different futures that can become reality if you choose them to be. It may not be easy, it may be unsure and it may be unconventional, but does it matter if that is what you feel is right for you?

With this I don’t mean to judge. Every dream and every goal is a good one, as long as it is a conscious decision. We all like to judge other people for what they do, but it’s not because it isn’t what you would do that it is the wrong thing to do. Wrong and right have a major grey area that is hugely influenced by who we are ourselves. People dream of a house and a child, people dream of a major career, people dream of working as a postman and people dream of climbing the highest mountains. I dream of seeing the world, being in nature and sharing this with those who would like to listen.

Every dream fills a place on this planet and non is more or less than another. Every dream is equal. That’s exactly one of the beauties of dreaming. Every dream and every life is an added value to the world, we just need to open our eyes, look up from our phones and take a look around to see it.


Welcome to New Zealand!

Another place in this world, another continent.

The perks of being back in a westernised country are many. Dry public toilets that have toilet paper, the food in the supermarket looks familiar, beaches are clean and roads are in good condition. Yet at the same time, many things are to be missed. People live their lives in a more closed off manner, no fruit shakes, no milk tea/chai and no cheap hotels. Eleven hours in the air and suddenly there is a part of the world that looks so familiar and yet everything is different.

Cuddled by all the warm clothes we can manage to wear and that have been hidden in our backpacks the past 10 months we set out to discover New Zealand. A country of intense beauty, winding roads and of course of ‘Lord of the Rings’.

Instead of motorbikes we this time ended up in a campervan. Maybe a campervan is an overstatement as it is, well, tiny, but it’s perfect to conquer the small unsealed roads, sharp corners and keep us warm when temperatures drop below 0°C. Even though it is tiny, it has a ‘port-o-poty’ (read: a toilet that fits into your hand luggage), a sink, fresh water and a grey water tank. To make things even better we have a gas stove to get some proper cooking done! Summarized: it’s a travellers (messy) dream on wheels!

Given, it doesn’t make my heart beat faster and my toes curl of excitement as a motorbike does, but it’s yet another experience I can add to my list. And instead of cooling you down it keeps you nice and snug in winter!

Anyhow, enough about the campervan, let’s talk about New Zealand! Our gateway to Oceania. Honestly, after a few days I fell in love. It felt like home, but better. Villages separated by endless green hills, century old forests and emerald blue bays. Green villages, small houses, cute houses and enormously friendly inhabitants. The first time we asked for a little information this ended with chocolates, home-made biscuits and fresh eggs of which we prepared a delicious breakfast. Up till now the kindness of people has been overwhelming!

We have been living every day intensely. Outside in the cold, but with a breathtaking scenery. If there is a place that will convince you life is beautiful, it will be here! I wish I could master the words to describe such beauty, but it’s utterly fur filling. Pure joy, intense love and never-ending peace. The perfect location for a fantasy filmset as the difference between myth and reality is easily forgotten. It kind of reminds me of Scotland, but then remoter, bigger and wilder. The forces of nature can’t be overlooked!

Around Rotorua the earth is boiling, bubbling and spitting steam up into the air. Warm water sprouts out of the earth with a curtain of steam lingering between the trees. Where are those demons? Where did the dinosaurs go exactly? No avoiding the question, what else is out there? 

Who are we but mere visitors in a world of immense power. Let’s tread lightly! Let’s rejoice and be happy to be part of what can be so beautiful!


A hot water waterfall! (Kerosene creek)

Welcome to Thailand!

The gateway to South East Asia, the entrance point to another world, that is what I would call Thailand!

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Easy to travel, kind people, clean and cheap accommodation, no problems to get from one point to another with public transport, many people speaking a little English and you don’t need to worry about everything you put into your mouth. Just to be clear, this still doesn’t mean you should drink tap water or eat fish that has been sunbathing all day!

Leaving Borneo I already was a little sick and after the journey to Thailand, this only got worse. After a few days of resting and staying close to the toilet in Bangkok, we made it back on the road, but every time that just resulted in me getting sick again. Luckily, things got better after two weeks of taking things a little slow. No riding bikes, no funny foods, a lot of sleeping, no long hikes and we were ready to roll again.

During this time we visited Ayutthaya with its magnificent temples and the bridge over the river Kwai in Kanchanaburi. Funny fact, originally the bridge was never built over the River Kwai, they simply got this wrong in the famous book/film “The Bridge on the River Kwai”. As a result, people came looking for a bridge that in fact didn’t exist. Luckily, a solution was soon found and the name of the river was changed giving everybody the long hoped for ‘Bridge over the River Kwai’.

On first sight, Thailand seems to be spoilt by tourism, which is somehow true, but it just takes a small walk to discover another world. The perfect example would be Railay beach. A beach being acclaimed to be one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, so as a result, they decided to let resorts spring up like mushrooms. The funny thing is, less than 1.5 kilometers or a little rock climb away, there is another beach, Tonsai beach, which has long remained untouched by tourism. Sadly, it won’t be long before mass tourism also reaches this place. When we got there the first steps were already taken to start building the first huge resort. The only tip I can give you is, keep your eyes fixed on the emerald sea dotted with little islands, take a hike into the jungle or climb into a palm tree and you won’t be disappointed!

As was the case in Nepal, I am glad to be in Thailand in the low season. There are already so many tourists now that I can’t imagine how it would be during the high season. And what is there to complain about? Sometimes there is a little rain, there is some wind along the coast and temperatures I bearable. Sounds great to me! To make things even better everything is way cheaper. A lot of accommodation is half price, renting a motorbike gets cheaper and even prices for public transport go down. There are probably many reasons why monsoon season isn’t the touristy season, with the monsoon most likely being the main drawback, but I suppose it’s all about how you decide to see things. For me it is great! Especially now I can part from the bathroom without any concerns.

Oh, and my beloved sunsets are back! For hours I can watch over the sea waiting for the sun to go down, expectations rising for more spectacular colours, more dramatic clouds or a wilder sea. Dreaming away and worries disappearing as if they never existed.

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A story left untold

A sneak peek behind the scenes of a travellers tale. A look into the story behind plans that turned into reality. Truth be told, whatever the reality may be, it still feels like living a dream. Very seldom it feels more like a nightmare, but when it does, there is no escaping it. When you are running to the toilet again with seemingly never-ending diarrhoea. When you are both so incredibly tired that all you can feel is pure and bitter hate. When you find a dead scorpion in your bathroom. When you need to hide below your mosquito net because thousands of flying insects found their way into your room. When you realize you don’t have money to do, well, all kind of things. When your mattress is so dirty dust comes out of it every time you sit down. When you are running out of toilet paper and can’t find a shop selling it. When you discover giant spiders chose your bathroom as their hunting ground. Or, when you nearly go to the next country and have no idea where to go or what you are going to do there.

Surrendering to life can be harder than it seems. Not knowing and not having control can be both beautiful and frustrating. In the end, things always turn out great, but this can be hard to remember when things turn pear-shaped.

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Travelling shows you the best and the worst in the world. It shows you who you are, who you could become and meanwhile throws your shortcomings straight into your face. Where is that comfort zone when you need it? Where are your friends when you need somebody to talk to? Where is that ray of sunshine when all you can see is rain? Nothing in life can be without dreams, plans and a lot of work to get there.

Aim for the stars, follow your dreams, but never lose track of the reality hidden below. It will hurt, you will fail, you will hate yourself, but suddenly that will be forgotten and compensated when you reach those first stars, smile and see people that appreciate what you do.

Dream big, fall hard and continue your journey through life. Life is too short to throw away what could have been for what is.


Brunei: a country of the beautiful and the rich


When travelling overland in Malaysian Borneo there is no avoiding Brunei. And why should you, it’s the perfect chance to discover yet another amazing place in this world. I should admit, it’s not cheap according to the Asian standard, but then again, most peoples budget is less tight than ours for the moment. For those interested in reading a little more about that, I am working on a separate page where you can check out our budget per country in detail. To give you a general idea, we try to get by with 30 euros per day for two people. In some countries this is more than enough, in others, it can be rather challenging or near to impossible. Brunei is a good example of a country making it quite hard, but we had a huge room with a little kitchen, so no complaints there.

When you need a break from the bustling, dynamic Asian lifestyle, Brunei certainly is the place to be. Enormous roads, beautiful mosques, little parks and quiet walkways along the water.

In addition, you get the chance to see the biggest water village in the world, Kampong Ayer. The only way to really enter it is by taking a boat tour, but if that is above your budget, just cross the bridge and enter a smaller water village on foot. To be honest, I am not really sure if it is more of a slum area or just a not well-maintained part of the city, but for sure it is a great place for an early evening walk while the mosques start singing their song. There is something special when the song of prayer fills the air. A feeling of peace. A feeling that was strongly contradicted when we visited the mosque in the centre of Bandar Seri Begawan, the capital of Brunei.

When travelling I find it of the highest importance to be respectful and dress appropriately. When visiting the mosque I was wearing long, very loose pants and a t-shirt that properly covered my shoulders. In addition, I had brought along a scarf to further cover-up. Surprisingly, none of this was enough and I was given a long black cape to wear. Wearing the black cape and the scarf on my head I entered the mosque. Again, I wouldn’t have complained about this, but then I was asked to properly cover-up myself and fully button up the cape. This felt like a slap in my face These words hit me hard. Wasn’t I already covered op? What did they see that wasn’t respectful? Up till now, it feels wrong. I truly believe covering up isn’t a sign of suppression, it can be a personal choice or a religious choice and I fully respect that, but let it be a choice! Whatever people wear or don’t wear, it doesn’t matter as long as it is an expression of who they are. An expression of the freedom to be who they want to be.

Brunei is a special place. Hidden behind all its beauty lay secrets scattered about. Secrets far beyond our reach, but enough indications that made us wonder. Apparently, the sultan owns 7000 cars of which 400 Ferraris. He owns hotels all over the world in which Brunei nationals can stay with 50% discount and lives in a palace with 1700 different rooms. He provides free health care and education to the people. He built full-fledged cities where people can live for peanuts. Some say the sharia law has been implemented. Some say this is not the case. The truth seems to be there has been partial implementation. Apparently, you would receive money when you become a Muslim. All rumours on the street, words going around covering what lay below. Uncontrollable richness. A country on the move, figuring out its future. A beautiful place. A scary place. A place belonging to the sultan and its people. A place in the world as no other.

Hidden in paradise

Paradise, a little place, your place!

Taking a shower whilst looking over the misty mountains and a palm tree in front of your window. Nicely fresh water. A little bird building his nest in the tree. It feels like paradise I realize while standing in my 1 by 1 bathroom, taking a shower amidst moulded walls with the toilet by my side. My bathroom in my dusty hotel room. A little town in the middle of the jungle. Nothing to do really, yet it feels like my piece of paradise. Walking around, looking, smiling, eating noodles and drinking a cup of milk tea. Little children taking a bath in a huge concrete tub, splashing around and jumping as high as possible to wave while we walk along. Wooden shacks outside the 2 roads that form the city centre. I would call them houses, but they are in such disrepair it would give you the wrong idea. Welcome to Belaga! Welcome to paradise! That is at least one way of advertising it. Of course, then the question arises, what is paradise for you? Is it an endless white beach with palm trees? Is it amidst eternal mountains covered by snow? Is it in the middle of a centuries-old jungle? Or is it in the middle of a flamboyant city?

What if the beach is covered by plastic lying around?What if the glaciers are melting on the mountains? What if the jungle is being cut down? And what if the city is being chocked by exhaust gases? Maybe, just maybe, paradise doesn’t exist, rather it is created by the viewer.

Paradise is all around us, we just need to open our eyes.

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I have been living in paradise. Maybe I have had sleepless nights suffering from the heat, maybe I have been eaten alive by mosquitoes, maybe I have had scary animals joining me in the bathroom (read: huge spiders!) and maybe I have seen plastic lying all around, but this time I decided to see the beauty instead. I am living a dream. A dream that can be hard at times, a dream that sometimes tears me apart, but yet a dream I will fight for.

Never did I expect to be in Borneo travelling over water and over land, but yet here I am, sweating as a pig while discovering as much as I can. The kindness of people is overwhelming. I have been treated on several free meals, just because, and people approach me with an honest smile filled with curiosity. In this world of paradise, I am discovering myself thanks to the many challenges, experiences and kind words. Let’s hope that one day I can give back to the world what it has given to me.

Welcome to Borneo!

It felt as if Borneo secretly knew we had some trouble in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam, selling our bikes. We were received with open arms, a lot of heat and amazing people everywhere. Hello Kuching! We like you. On our first walk through the city we met a lot of people, fellow travellers, who have been on the road for quite some time. Sometimes days, sometimes months, sometimes years. People travelling in an old army truck, people travelling on motorbike, people hitchhiking and people using public transport. All different means of transport, all different ambitions and all different interests, but all brought together by an urge for freedom. An urge to see the world with their own eyes instead of simply believing the messages spread by the news and social media. Obviously, there are disappointments on the road (as you could read in my previous blog), but the rewards are much bigger.

For the first time in my life, I saw orangutans. Imagine that! And we saw a proboscis monkey. Not to be mean, but dear proboscis, you are quite ugly. Huge, cute, lovely to watch, but a little ugly. These big animals are only the beginning. There are huge ants, colourful beetles, enormous millipedes and the most beautiful butterflies I have ever seen in my life. All hidden below the canopy of century-old jungles. Mind-blowing! To make things even better, we got back the stunning sunsets we were so used to in India. Probably this is common knowledge, but for great sunsets you really need to be at the west side of a place. I never realized this before being on the road. Vietnam, no nice sunsets. Laos, a few above the Mekong. India, the best sunsets, especially along the west coast and in Rajasthan. Borneo, in turn, combines the colourful sunsets with thunder and lighting. A spectacle of nature.


It has taken quite some getting used to, to travel without motorbikes. Being on time to catch the bus or the boat. Getting places suddenly became more of a hassle. And it is so expensive! It may sound crazy, but no day goes by that we aren’t talking or dreaming about our next big adventure, our motorbike around the world trip! Which bike shall we take? Which route? Will we be able to start some online business before we leave? So many questions and we can’t wait to find the answers the future will bring! The upside of using public transport is that we suddenly have way more time to do small things that had to happen or that we just like to do. Things like getting my blog up to date. And I started to love travelling by boat! Taking you across the sea and further into the jungle. Winding rivers passing along the tiniest villages, hidden houses and dropping you off at a city with no roads connecting it to the rest of the world. Every time I see yet again one of those wooden houses along the water, I wonder what life must be like for the people living there. No roads, just a small boat. A house in the middle of nowhere. A garden. That’s all the eye can see, but hidden behind the walls there are human lives. Stories, struggles and experiences that probably are totally different from mine. It’s mesmerizing to realize that there is not one way of life. It’s just about choosing your way of life! Life doesn’t just happen. Give your dreams a voice, put your plans into words and eventually deeds. Step by step, make your life to what you want it to be!

Bye Bye beautiful!

Our first off-road ride on our first off-road bikes!

We sold the bikes! It was a painful goodbye. It highlighted how big money brings out the worst in many people. Lying, ignoring, being rude and even stealing seems to be part of the deal. Well, humanity, you disappoint me! No, that is not completely true. When I shared my story on our Instagram the number of kind words, positive reactions and love I received were overwhelming! Thank you! Thanks to all of you who still believe in honesty and understood my disappointment in the people we were dealing with. For those who don’t know what happened, maybe a little background. Before arriving in Ho Chi Minh we were already contacted by quite some people who were really interested in buying the bikes. One guy even wanted to come all the way from Cambodia! The first day in Ho Chi Minh we met up with one of the potential buyers. He was really interested and wanted to buy both bikes on the spot, but we told him we gave our word to the guy coming from Cambodia that we would wait to sell the bikes till he arrived. Honesty above everything… What a stupid idea! The second day we met with some other people and the third day the guy from Cambodia arrived. Meanwhile, the first guy had dropped all contact and a guy from the second day kept stalking me with messages that our official documents were false so that we had to sell our bikes to him for peanuts. He even got rude and angry when we told him that was not going to happen. Happily, we sold the bikes to Max, the French guy coming from Cambodia. What a mistake! At noon we signed all the documents and he paid the money for one bike. He didn’t have all the money yet, but would give it to us in the evening. A deal is a deal, right? So we gave him one bike and all the spare parts, locks and luggage nets for both bikes. Yet another mistake! In the evening we got another message saying he didn’t have the money yet as his friend had to send it from Cambodia. We honestly told him we didn’t like this and didn’t really trust the situation. He gave us his word and yet again we trusted him. With nothing else to do, we went to bed a little agitated, but happy to know the hassle was nearly over. This was more than a mistake, stupid, stupid us! In the morning we realized the truth with a message saying his friend had bought another bike back in Cambodia. While he gave us his word he actually knew his friend was buying another bike, but he didn’t want to break the deal before he was sure of the other. All we asked Max in return was to bring us back the spare parts worth about 70usd for the bike he didn’t buy. Not too much to ask, right? Well, his response was…Euhm… Nothing! He completely ignored us! Making a mistake is one thing, not having the courage to face it is another. By contacting his girlfriend I found out they had already left and were on their way back to Cambodia. Business is business. So when doing business one should apparently not shy away from lying and stealing. That’s why these huge companies get away with destroying rainforests, land-grabbing, spreading cancer and ruining peoples lives. It’s all about the money. Now I understand!

Out of the frying pan and into the fire…

After 2 months we left Laos behind. It was a strange goodbye. After days full of heat and sunshine with the occasional storm, our last riding day to the LaLay border was a day full of rain and cold. I actually felt so cold I stopped to take all my luggage off the bike to put on my thermal underwear and I can tell you, that means a lot with soft luggage attached with nets and straps! When the thunder started we decided it may be wise to make a stop and by coincidence, we discovered yet another part of Laos. A tribal part. People with different faces and with a different way of life. I wish I could tell you more, but all we had were small conversations and impressions of the local marketplace. A small market sheltered from the rain, people sitting on the floor selling crickets, water monitors and leaves that probably passed as vegetables. Thin people wrapped in many blankets. Smiling people. A touching experience where it didn’t feel right to take out a camera. Instead, we looked around, shared a smile, maybe exchanged some words and experienced this special place. When the amount of water falling from the sky reduced a little we left to continue our journey as we had to reach the border before it closed. A last stop to eat lunch and we reached the border with rays of sunshine finding their way through the dark clouds. Prepared for all kinds of things and with a little fear we started with yet another border crossing. This is a moment you just have to surrender to what happens. The moment you start passing the checkpoints everything is out of your own hands and it all depends on the mindset of the officials. Luckily, we got through without to much hassle and re-entered Vietnam. To end this day we were greeted with some beautiful mountain roads covered in the light of a setting sun.

Once in Vietnam, we decided to go to Hué. A city carrying a huge history of war and the memory of many people losing their lives in the most inhuman circumstances. Yet, the first impression is that of a big city filled with traffic and covered by a layer of smog. After Laos, I couldn’t take this big city life. In Laos, most places weren’t bigger than one main road and a few smaller roads. Even Vientiane, the capital of Laos, felt way smaller than Hué! It felt as if I was thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire. The frying pan could be unbearably hot, but it had the peace of nature. The fire took heat to another level. The heat of city life, the heat of people in a hurry, the heat of traffic and the heat of trying to breathe in air thick with exhaust fumes. To be honest, it took a few days to adapt again to this busy life around me. Apparently, I am more of a nature girl. This doesn’t take away that after some time I started to enjoy Hué and this only got better when we reached Hoi An. Hoi An, the city of lights, the city of tourists and the city to just sit and relax. Staying at a beautiful place near the beach we had an amazing time. A little swimming, a little cycling into town and a little riding our motorbikes in the sand. A perfect way to readapt to life in Vietnam.

After Hoi An the journey took us further South along the coast and up into the mountains to Dalat. A place with bearable temperatures! Imagine that! Although I must admit, it scares me for the cold that will come when we reach New-Zealand in a few months. 23°C is enough to make me shiver and put on my jumper or wrap my scarf around me. That being said, let’s worry about that when it comes to it.

Now, the last days before having to sell our motorbikes have arrived. A few last off-road rides, a lot of playing around in the mud, a slither here and there and a hidden fear for having to let go of our friends. It’s funny how attached you can get to a bike. A trustworthy piece of metal with a beating heart, that’s it and yet if any biker tells you about his or her bike it is so much more. A friend, a companion, a way of life and the perfect ride to feel the world while riding along.

Rides, endings and new dreams

It has been quite some time since I found time to write and now I have so many stories to tell I don’t really know where to start. Strange, right? I am travelling, so I suppose many will assume time is the only thing I have, at least, that is what I thought before I left, but oops, I was mistaken yet again. Don’t take this the wrong way, I have heaps of time, but most of it I spend driving my bike, eating, talking, sleeping and repeating the previous. The few days we decide to stay in the same place are easily filled with discovering the new location, planning the next part of our trip, applying for visa, calculating our budget, booking flight tickets and reading into border crossings… I suppose you catch my drift. During our planning this time we decided to stay in one place for at least 5 days before we finalize our last stretch in South East Asia on a motorbike leaving Laos behind and heading back to Vietnam. We actually took a scary decision, we booked our flight tickets back to Belgium from New Zealand on the 27th of September, as such putting an official end date to this journey. Luckily, also this ending comes with a new beginning. The plan? In about 6 years, have two bikes ready to travel the world! No end date, just new horizons to discover and an adventure to live.

Being on the road for such a long time made me realize there is a difference between travelling and holiday. It may be hard to believe, but also when travelling we need to take a break, rest a little and let our body recover from the constant new impressions and experiences. At home life may be busy, but at least you’re constantly within a protected environment with people around you that you can trust, a cup of tea when you feel like you need it and food on the table when you get hungry. And oh, how I miss my big cup of hot tea after a long day of riding! Luckily I can sometimes get an ice-cream instead. Talking about riding, this actually brings me to one of the biggest challenges we faced this past month, an off-road track of 118km combining burning fires, river crossings, dirt tracks, narrow ridges and suspension bridges. A track going from Muang Hiam to Phonsavan, Laos. A dream come true and yet we could not have expected such distance to be such a challenge. Dirt tracks filled with ruts, puddles and sandy downhills with the latter not being my favourite, to be honest! I am an uphill kind of girl, the slipping/riding down always scares me that little bit more. Luckily, we got to cool down with plenty of river crossings. Most went perfectly well, till I made a slither that somehow, I mysteriously saved. From the stress and adrenaline, I started the next river crossing in too high a gear with the result that my bike decided to turn off in the middle. Not once, nope, three times! Go me! Shoes wet and trousers soaked up to my knees, ready to catch some of the beautiful red sand. After all the river crossings the path got narrower each second, placing us in front of a ridge that was just wide enough to ride the bikes across without being able to put a foot on the ground, but going straight down for at least a metre on both sides. As we knew there should be a real dirt road within 5 kilometres, turning back the 75 kilometres we just rode didn’t feel like an option. Getting up the ridge was the real challenge as it meant getting up without driving of the other side and then, most importantly, keep on going as stopping meant falling off. In this occasion, I can only thank Jonas for getting both bikes across safely! I didn’t feel up to it and still don’t know if I would have been capable. Those who know me a little know this actually means, next time I will just have to discover it for myself and get across one way or another. To make the day even more adventurous we came across an enormous forest fire singing a disastrous song, throwing ashes high up into the air. I can keep trying to describe the adventure, but instead, I would recommend you to check out our riding video we made on our Instagram or Facebook page (A Travellers Tale; 

After this day it felt as if nothing was left of us. Luckily the feeling of achievement we got in return made up for every drop of sweat and energy lost.

Something about this way of travelling, of living, only invites you to continue to discover. Discover your own limits, break through the boundaries you built in your own head and meanwhile challenge yourself taking properly calculated risks, learning, enjoying and most of all, living! Living a life that, the moment you look back, puts a smile on your face and a twinkle in your eyes.

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