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…
Dad and I are keen on relative solitude, now we are 24/7 together. In need for air at high altitude. Amongst self centered young travelers. Moody Bolivians. Bad food. Touristy places.
First thing I do is escaping Lima and celebrating my alone time. I am back where I belong, having returned from a little detour, a failed deviation. I can not […]
Sometimes I curse my own honesty. It is no one’s business how I spend my time with whom. Yet I have written a little story about it. It says a […]
December 2016: That’s what cycling without a plan does: unexpected surprises come your way. I was meeting with an old-time friend. Not in Argentina where I was, but in Lima. Peru. I […]