It’s different than cycling. Obviously. The challenge, after cycling the world 5 years, had vanished and I searched for a new demanding way of transport and travel. Because our society allows me, I discovered something so amusing as the kickbike… and I knew instantly, intuitively, that I would love it.
There is no need to debate whether a truck is better in cold and wet weather than a tent. A truck has the advantages a house might give yet it has not the prison-alike feeling of a house.
Now, just have a look how homely and fantastic the inside of a truck can be! Without planning, drawing nor measuring Geo has built us quite an amazing home. The ideal mix between a tent and a house.
Why would someone live in a truck?
Let’s start with why I decided to live in a truck? I dislike to live in a house. After being on the road for 5 years where I camped mostly in a tent I distanciated more. Then I met my husband on a farm in Paraguay. Geo, came with this extra ordinary idea (to which I had to get accustomed). He wanted to move out of his house too and I soon was appealed to the idea of living in a truck.
‘When you are too long on your own, chances are you might get weird. However much I am a loner, I too need others to mirror myself with.’
‘Long term travel will make you see, by stepping out of society as we know it, that the West has gone far, far overboard.’
‘When cycling you will often be seen as someone doing something extra ordinary. This lift up your ego after a while. After years of this extra attention you get used to it and thus it becomes normal.’
‘Adding the fact that ‘doing good’ comes from the heart, does not mean the mind has no say in this. Building toilets for ‘poor black’ but able Africans or distributing bags of rice to people along the fertile bushroad is not smart.’
The pro’s and con’s of deciding to live life differently, focusing on a cycling life.
Have you decided to explore the world on a bicycle, then camping is part of it. As the outside seems so much more spooky than a house, the first thing that comes to mind is: ‘Is it not dangerous?’ But in fact, it is not so much about danger, much more camping is about management of daily changing circumstances and how to deal with them. Rather exciting and never dull indeed!
From a bicycle to a truck. The Cycling Cindy blog continues, the only difference is a bunch of extra wheels. For all who is interested in living a different lifestyle, and for those who want to be inspired or see the landscapes where the truck will come to a halt, stay tuned.
There’s – little – difference between a man and a woman when it comes to strength. A man is often physically obviously stronger. A woman often mentally. There are, however, significant differences: being a woman requires other items. This is a post for woman in the saddle. Yet, when we are both strong, but on other fields, women do need other stuff than men.
Heike made a post where she asks 4 other experienced solo female cyclists about wild camping. Since we are lone women, many people think this is extra dangerous. But the truth is, it is not, at all. On the contrary.
Very often I ask myself the question ‘why?’ This is tiresome, but I need to ask it in order to understand the country and it’s people. I need to ask it myself in order to get answers. And so, now and then, when I allow myself, here comes a lengthy viewpoint of mine…
A bit of a boast…
Sleep is one of the most important things to enjoy life. Isn’t that equally so for a cycling life?
5 hand-palm sized non-cycling essentials under $30
My sister was a model for some time, on a pearl white beach where the palm trees were outfitted with electricity outlets. She modelled in the sultry Caribbean, she withstood the wind and she splashed into the lazuli colored water as if she were a pro. She never was one, but more than I ever could be.
On to the 50,000 kilometer
Let’s get this weblog more clear. After over 40,000 kilometer and 4 years on the road (mostly, as I have been home in The Netherlands to be with mom, and dad) with Shanti bicycle I am going to lead you around:
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 took a bus, 4 days on end. Going back I wanted to avoid more busses.
June 2016: this post is another of my reflections about life on and off a bicycle. Since all of my blogposts are coming into your inbox, this one follows just like all the previous. Just skip it if you’re not into posturing; a non-travel post. Instead, a travelers thought.
Desires: Libya, Algeria, Niger, Saudi Arabia, Namibia, Colombia, Paraguay, Uruguay, Guyana’s, Kirgizstan and Mongolia.
How incredible much I longed for openness in Nature, able to pitch my tent where ever I desire and to do some trekking. I bought sturdy Goretex shoes, and a backpack I already have. Initially I choose Iceland. Then the sun came out in the Netherlands. Did I really want to battle some more wind and rain and cycle in a loop?
This post it too simple for words. But somehow it got stuck in my mind.
Wat is het doel?
Deze vraag wordt me wel eens gesteld. Mijn doel is simpel en het antwoord lang: ik wil het leven voelen, zien, ruiken, proeven en ontdekken. Mijn doel is om dat nu op de fiets te doen. Niet Mongolië of 50.000 kilometer op de teller te hebben, maar het leven zelf. Mijn doel is het leven te léven en niet geleefd te worden.
Sometimes I need to air my thoughts, analize my views, write them down. They are personal, yet I publish them for everyone to
read. It’s part of traveling. Traveling is not always blissful. It’s life… here are my thoughts.
‘Waarom wil je dat? Op de fiets?’
Een heel simpele en een heel voorstelbare vraag en iedereen die op deze manier reist zal ongeveer hetzelfde antwoord hierop hebben. Iedereen die intensief en langdurig over de wereld reist, zal zich er ook nog wel iets bij voor kunnen stellen. Behalve ik zelf.