Life is a long journey. And that's one of my favourite passions: Travelling. No worries whether by train, bicycle or bus, nor what language to speak... Diving in to other cultures, learning about their way of thinking and living. Usually I'd check clima tables beforehand to find a reasonable season for travelling. And I avoid the big cities for they are all the same to me. I rather enjoy myself in the rural areas and country side for less pollution and traffic noise. Knowing that advertisement for the neat and less discovered places tends to spoil them, I do hope they do remain as nice and welcoming as I discovered them.
Marco Polos fabulous journey to the East left wild dreams in my mind since I was reading it as a child. Herrmann Hesses "Journey to the East" did so some years later, as well a a picture book about the Himalayan - the roof of the world. And finally after a long winter the snow melts. Now Kathrin and I are ready to venture out to a long bike journey - to hopefully meet a lot of friendly people and face incredible landscapes and colorful cities from here to the Himalayan.
American writers like Kerouac and Miller influenced me a lot when I was in my Twenties. And I heard lots about the West Coast from American travellers, recommending great national parks and the Route 101 that is sort of famous thing to do for cyclists. So I decided to postpone other planned adventures and flew to Vancouver BC, equipped with my good old pushbike, a tent and a (warm!) sleeping bag.