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Spain

Tabernas to Órgiva

‘Are you camping?’ asks a slightly older man who sit in the front passengers seat of an overland vehicle, cranking his body forward, shining with anticipation. ‘Yes, I am,’ is my reply and the man, who has hired a female tour guide with jeep to drive through the canyons of Tabernas is beaming, as if he much rather want to camp too, instead sits in a car. ‘Oh, that is fantastic’, he bounces back. ´It is!´ I reply in a high pitched voice. The driver guide isn’t upbeat with my answer and has a look on her face as if she just swallowed a green plum. Camping is not allowed, really, and earlier she’d threatened Alex (the homeless camper I bumped into when stealth camping) with police because he was openly making a camp fire to cook.

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Spain

The only true desert in Europe: Tabernas

Reaching Abla from an unintended and quite uninteresting angle might not have been so stunning, yet I find all the groceries that I wanted in the only shop open on a Sunday morning. Very satisfied pulling the trailer stuffed to its maximum capacity I enter a café to eat scrambled eggs and coffee, the two things I can’t prepare myself.

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Spain

Andalucia: Orgiva to Abla

Walking (for some time) is liberating in many ways. There’s a sudden very clear goal. It is a goal made by myself and even though it is deceptive one, it brings me incredible much joy. I have plenty of challenge and every second is new to my mind. I don’t know where I will sleep the night and to not know is pleasant. Worries arises in thin air because walls that bounces thoughts back and forth are not any longer there. Hot flashes are gone and excess energy get used up. I lack no social interaction and the balance between alone and adventurous input is just perfect. I have a loving partner to whom I can share my experiences, for social media I need not to switch on the roaming data. My social media are the people I talk to and Geo who is together with cat V.

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Spain

Walking Andalusia

Something hits me like a comet, a tingling uplifting feeling that a young Italian psychologist delivers, just arrived from her travel to Thailand, she’s now trying to help me.

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Spain

Holiday Málaga

‘Cold is not the issue,’ says José, ‘but the fact that your holiday is over and that you need to work again.’

I told José that I am happy to go home and work, although it is a cold Hungarian home. José is our Airbnb host and he’s accommodating us from his third floor apartment in Málaga. He works behind a couple of computers, curtains drawn closed, balcony door open for the cigarette smoke to escape and a can of beer within reach.

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Short Update

A very short update about the Iveco truck which Geo and I fetched from Spain. In times like these, we´d waited for long to get this done. Mobile diary notes with Instagram snapshots on my creative weblog. 5 days of driving an overloaded truck through 5 countries, how´s that on the pshyche of one who passionately dislikes cars?

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Spain

Elfin Escapism

I had to get out.

Let’s have lunch at the Indian. You can walk home from there,’ says Geo.

I never wanted to eat at Indian restaurants outside India, sole exception London.

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Spain

Cycling Cycle Crash

The Transition

I have embraced the fact that I stopped cycling and am not missing it a whole lot. But sometimes there are these pangs of wanting to feel that excitement, the newness, the unknown, the full outside living, traversing vastness and fully soaked in to another culture.

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After the Long Cycle Tour

A year in retrospect: I left Paraguay, tailing the trail of Geo, whom I married. Trying to combine a husband, a house, a truck and myself is a different cookie than traversing the world on a bicycle.

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South America by Motorbike

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Spain

Van Chipiona naar Ceuta

Met conjo en puta di madre, veel geschreeuw, een nieuwe luier voor de liefdesbaby van het ruziënde stel, en een Jack Russell die ons goede morgen komt snuffelen, ontwaken we vanuit ons vreemde kamp.

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Spain

Van Conquista del Guadiana naar Sevilla

De route door heet Extremadura vervolgd zich…

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Spain

Van Guijo de Avila tot Trujillo

Het wordt steeds iets spannender, de hele reis.

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Spain

Van Castrojeriz tot Cabrerizos

Eindelijk, de lang verwachtte rustdag is aangebroken! We zijn op een camping aangekomen waar ook Steve zich thuis voelt. We staan nu op een camping midden op de Compostella route, rood verbrandde wandelaars komen en gaan, en tegenover ons een Nederlandse vrouw die topless van de zon geniet. Wij zitten achter onze tenten, omgeven door hoge heggen. Ons privacy gehalte is hoog.

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Spain

Van Zarautz naar Burgos

Tot San Sebastian gaat het goed en dat is omdat ik zelf een landkaart voor me in de stuurtas heb. Maar ná San Sebastian heb ik geen landkaart meer, geen campinggegevens en zelfs geen idee van de hele route.

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France Spain

From Montalivet into Spain

I’ve reached the Atlantic coast! I let go a little happiness yell when I see the ocean. It’s special and impressive to see this, especially when you’re on the bicycle. I’ve reached the Atlantic, again, on my own power and am surrounded by pine trees, sand and 3000 Harley Davidson drivers.

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France Spain

Van Montalivet tot in Spanje

De avond ervoor heb ik vreemd gegeten: hapjes van Engelse Keith en zijn vrouw Jan, mijn eigen bereidde maar te vet gebakken aardappelen en groenten die net niet goed samen gingen, 4 stroopwafels en de verkeerde sojamelk voor de chai maken dat ik niet helemaal optimaal presteer.

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Spain

España!

Super short update