Into Namibia
After a quick stop to re-supply in Tsunkwe, including 3 large bottles of Windhoek beer, we took a turn on the Bushman 4×4 Trail, into the Nyae Nyae Conservancy.
Wild-camping
Hike to Romania’s highest peak
At 2544m, the aptly named Moldoveanu is Romania’s highest mountain. It’s located in South-Central Carpathians Mt., in the Western Fagaras range, which is notoriously beautiful and challenging to explore.
Thou Shalt Not Ride 2
The news catches with Ana and Baptiste in a Siberian stalov. They’ve stopped to borsch and stretch their legs. A client overhears their conversation in French and bursts into a French ballad. These Russians love the French, and as harsh their life is out here, they aren’t hopeless. To help with their mood, the Russians … Read more
Thou Shalt Not Ride
I decide to crawl back to Severobaikalsk, driving as gingerly as I can, so the ride back takes me twice as much as it did in the morning. On the way I have plenty of time to ponder my options. Time and money have become an issue. It’s Sunday afternoon; an attempt to find in … Read more
On the West BAM Track
About 3 a.m. I am awaken by freezing cold. I roll from one side to the other until 5, when I feel I cannot lay horizontally anymore. The sun will only come up after 8; waiting for it, I keep busy with the only thing that can warms me up – a pot of tea. … Read more
To BAM or not to BAM
Most people considering crossing Siberia by train take the famous Trans-Siberian. I am doing it on a KTM 690 Enduro motorcycle with a damaged frame.
Of Troubles and Angels
Thursday 15th of August. In Ulaanbaatar the weather is shit for a walk around town, but as I’m leaving for Magadan, I couldn’t care less. I kiss Ana for good-bye, and in the heat of the moment we forget to capture it on a camera. If everything goes well we’ll reunite in circa 20 days. … Read more
Steppe Flowers
August in Mongolia. As the summer heat settles in, the landscape is overflown with colour. The steppe is in full swing, desert flowers unfold, slim grasses thrust through the mould the colour of cappuccino. A few hours after dawn, perched on a steep hill of 45 degree cheeks, our light green tent is whining under … Read more
The Girl from Jupiter and the Boys from the Land of the Houyhnhnms
Mongolian summers are short and brutal, like a day at Romaniacs. Since we’ve came, the road kept pushing us forward, the steppe unrolled its deceiving monotony, until we got lost in the guts of this endless and bottomless Mongolia. When your wheels and thoughts are stuck in mud, both me and Ana have discovered, one … Read more
Perfect Trails Forever
Last night the wind swirled and howled like an orphaned beast. In this vast steppe there’s no tree, no mountain to stand in the way of nature’s unleashed forces. Cows mooed, horses sputtered, and a toddler cried in his yurt. His grand grandmother cuddled him and put him back to sleep, making sure that his … Read more