Spending a little time… raising a glass to crossing Africa… on a bicycle. Jeremy – from Switzerland – is cycling from Cape Town all the way north through the African … (continue reading)
Travel
Frankryk… waar die verkeerde bier in die verkeerde glas kom… En daar altyd spontaan water met ete gegee word. Waar daar altyd ‘n ou omie alleen sit en eet. En … (continue reading)
Arrive in the greens of Ireland… to a thousand welcomes. Take the train west… for Galway… where the spirit of life runs deeply free… like a wild river. Leave again… … (continue reading)
Dis hoe dit was vir my om van die bekendste klimme in Vlaandere te kon fiets. ‘n Handvol Vlaamse vriende – ten spyte van my teëstribbelings – het maande gelede … (continue reading)
Perhaps it’s just perception… see what you want to see… hear what you want to hear. … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) Sixteen years ago Freddie and I decided to drink our very first Guinness. We chose a random pub near our backpackers in Galway, went in … (continue reading)
Unforgettable. To stand on holy ground – De Oude Kwaremont – where – for a century – every year De Ronde van Vlaanderen epic cycling battle happens and signifies the … (continue reading)
En na ‘n donker-oggend warboel van oorvol treine is Schiphol weereens ‘n skokkende losgemaal van ‘n menigte der leërskare mense. Dis vakansietyd en dis drukgang op drukgang en beamptes wat … (continue reading)
Scatter some of my ashes here when I die.(My Flemish friends will find the spot) … (continue reading)
“S**t! This is not a good day!“, I thought, as Komoot announced that I had arrived – and I realized this does NOT look like the place that Gerrit had … (continue reading)
There’s some rain, and a howling wind in my face again today – a Black Southeaster we would say in the Cape. But a special moment: land of the cycling … (continue reading)
Die papiertjie met Peter en Anneke Vos se adres sal nog ‘n tyd lank op my fiets bly… ‘n Momento. Van twee mense. Wat so gasvry ontvang in hulle huis… … (continue reading)
Yesterday – on the small ferry to Rozenburg, Roel and I started chatting. What a big, kind heart this man has! He found my little journey “heel tof”. couldn’t stop … (continue reading)