There is this question people always ask me: – What is the point of travelling alone? Why do that? I guess, everyone has a dream since childhood. My obsession was to read adventure books. I think by the age of 12 I’ve read every single book Mayne Reid has written. Girls my age played with…
By the end of my trip through Norway I was a little lonely and a little depressed. So I thought in Iceland the same thing would happen. Nope. Every day was an amazing day of excitement and joy. I went towards my last destination way too slow trying to prolong my last day of cycling…
Let’s start with the night. People always ask me if it’s scary to camp alone. Indeed, lonely nights are not super relaxing. Everyone who camped on his own in the wild at least once knows, how your imagination plays tricks on you. Every noise you hear – wind flapping a side of your tent, a…
Weirdly because on my bright-orange Globetrotter front bags I often get mistaken to be German by fellow germans, so I have to do a lot of “ich spreche kein deutsch” fun. That makes me even more ashamed of not knowing any German after two years here.So as I pack in the morning and get my…
I’ll write several posts on this trip. This time I carried a little notepad to put down some lines right away. And since people have been asking me what was the point of cycling in the cold all alone, I’ll try to explain the reasoning later. For now it’s just a fact. I was going…
Pack the bike. Put it on the plane. Put it on the bus. Start spinning. And just go.
