A motorbike is more stress, because much is MORE. MORE beauty in less time, MORE rubbish, MORE noise of daily life. We can not handle it any MORE!
This part of the Pan American highway was a pleasure to cycle. But on the back of a motorbike it is a different experience…
BLISS. Here, in Reserva Nacional las Vicunas, I feel outdoor living, stunning nature and adventure has come to a merrily height!
The offering of unrivaled natural beauty comes to a height, the little motorbike Kenton is huffing and puffing to get us there. The Chilean Andes at its best!
On our small 150 cc motorbike over tracks and through rivers in South Bolivia. Adventurous travel between lama’s, alpaca’s and high altitude vastness.
Crossing Salar de Uyuni by motorbike and sinking through the crust is giving some taste to our travel over the salt lake.
The Kenton motorbike counts 150 CC. Not much for the load and our bodies it carries. I am not fully happy and so isn’t Geo. Is it that we have to get used to this mode of travel? Do we need to find our way in it?
Heike Pushbikegirl tackled a sensitive and not easy subject. She made a fantastic post where several cyclists -couples and singles- are interviewed.
From a solo world cyclist to sitting immobile on the back of a motorbike. How does that feel?
The view from the airplane says it all: small parcels of land, plenty of green, small villages and red earthen tracks.