“My life has been a kind of an endless travel, which is still going on”. Read more

So, what happened? I found myself in a small town near Lisbon with my bike and I wanted to go home badly. It was early February and the whole of Europe was still covered in snow and ice. Read more

The vastness of the Sahara has given way to savannah and pastoral villages, demarcated by mud brick huts with thatched roofs of Senegal. Read more

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France is an absolute gem which houses about every scenery a man or woman would crave for - even more so if you’ve ever owned a motorcycle. Read more

Whether you just drag your little snitch around for emergency calls, or you really like to share your adventures instantly with all of your followers – your smartphone has become a part of motorcycle riding. Read more

As I was following Xenia and Martin to Karakol, Kyrgyzstan, I noticed that time was seemingly going faster. It was nice to share the ride for a change. Read more

Apart from the grayish landscape colors and freezing temperatures, one can tell that winter’s in town when people start moaning: “As soon as I’m retired, I’m moving to the south and riding my motorcycle day in day out.” Read more

I think I must have been 15 or 16 when I experienced my first motorcycle ride. I can’t remember well whether it was on the back of a Suzuki GT550 or an RD500LC. Read more

Finally I reached the Mongolian border and crossed into Russia. I felt relieved, but I was physically and emotionally chewed up. Read more