Perfect trails yesterday, muddy with a load of slippery 🍁🍃This type of terrain is good training, just when you relax into the track a patch of leaves on a down hill can nearly have you off 😂 keeps you on your toes for sure!
Before I came to Pakistan, I had one goal in mind. To ride a Motorcycle solo across the entire country! .
At this time I didn’t know a lot about Pakistan. In fact, I knew nothing. Geography, landscapes,weather, culture- not even if it was logistically possible to do a trip like this. And the only thing I was fed by media and my own government’s travel advisory was, that it wasn’t a safe or a stable place to visit. . I only ever take the advice of other travelers who have actually been to a place and can tell me first hand how it is. And every traveler told me how amazing the Pakistani people were. So, I had to find out for myself. .
It’s kind of the way I do everything in life. I have an idea, and I go for it- I may not know exactly how I will do it, but I just do it, and nothing gets in my way! .
The journey wasn’t smooth, and it certainly wasn’t easy, nearly breaking me many times. But my strong will gets the best of me and it’s what pulled me through. Getting to Gwadar was one accomplishment, reaching Khunjerav was another, but it was all the moments off the beaten track that really made the journey. 10 months, 10,000 km and 4 regions across Pakistan (hoping to complete 5 by the end *Kashmir💗) I can easily say that, without a doubt, Pakistan is truly a GEM of a country and the people are the precious treasures which shine so bright and are awaiting to be discovered. .
Go on an adventure, discover the unknown, travel deep to the depths of your own soul, challenge life and what you were told you CANT do and all the limiting programs that were enslaved in you. Break free from the shackles that hold you down, and go full force towards your dreams. Because anything is possible, and you never know what awaits you on the other side.
Be blessed 🙏💗
Imposible es solo una palabra que usan los hombres débiles para vivir facilmente en el mundo que se les dio, sin atreverse a explorar el poder que tienen para cambiarlo.
Imposible no es un hecho, es una opinión.
Imposible no es una declaración, es un reto.
Imposible es potencial.
Imposible es temporal.
Weird day today...took a road that I was told about by a guy from NZ that I met in the laundry only to find (halfway up) that it’s the most technical riding I’ve done on Heidi since CO in 2017. Also realized I need a new rear tire and my back brakes maybe weren’t working too good 😳🤷♂️.... gave me new found respect for folks who are on one tippy toe when they stop a big bike( like the always inspirational @jocelinsnow). I was happy I had my Sidis on otherwise pretty sure I would have a busted ankle. Anyway #yayadventure after almost eating rock a few times (no naps for Heidi thankfully) and knowing I have to get on a plane in a couple days) I turned around and hit Sedona - which in some ways is even more stunning than Zion NP. Cottonwood and Sedona are definitely worth a look. #rtna19#arizona#sedona#cottonwood#xladv#spiritofgs#r1200gsa#sidiboots#fresistance#windtherapy#helmetofsolitude#sasquatchlife#missedmypepper
Pra quem pensava que só conseguiria correr um dia chegar na rampa final não teve preço.
Depois de mil tretas, quebras da moto, ombro luxado, tombos, fome, pouco sono e uma fadiga extrema. Foi muito foda, valeu todo o esforço.
It’s a marvel, how easily routine takes over life, turning one day into another. There are still moments to count, but weeks disappear somewhere, months do and surely for some, even years. Living the same year, one after another should’t be called life. There is so much to experience, so many places to see, so many friends to find and memories to make. Every mile on the journey through is priceless.
Welcome back PAKISTAN!
And what a welcome I received! .
It was a much needed break to refresh the system, and at the same time I was given a contrast situation to experience just how grateful I am to be exploring this extraordinary country. .
When asked recently for a podcast which place or people I connect with the most, without hesitation I said- the East, more specifically- countries like Pakistan. .
Typically when I go home or visit a “western city”, I feel completely lost and depressed. People are so caught up in their self perpetuated “busy” lives that they don’t care about the people around them. In the case of my recent trip to Malaga, I would smile at everyone I passed, only to receive a scowl in return. In fact; the only person I connected with, was the Kurdish man at the felafel restaurant. And after my fiasco with the staff at @turkishairlines and treated sub-human, it was re affirmed that most people in western society really aren’t bothered about others’ feelings, unless it directly benefits or affects them. .
Witnessing this polarity reminds me again and again- why I choose to travel in these regions- to show you real humanity. .
Upon arriving back to the north of Pakistan, I was greeted with kind and enthusiastic smiles, warm Salams and a special gift. I went into a small shop in the local bazaar, and was kindly greeted by the shopkeeper. Upon asking for the total of my purchases, the shop walah says, “no ma’am, you are a guest in our country, and I would like to gift this to you. Please come to my home to meet my wife and family and to have some chai and local food”. I gratefully accepted. .
If we all took our time out to give others our presence and intentionally make someone’s day, how much better would our world be ? .
Glad to be back PAKISTAN 🇵🇰💗
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My time in Greece is slowly coming to the end... Yesterday I left my bike in the port of Piraeus so it can be shipped to Egypt. Unfortunately people are not allowed on the vessel so I’ll have to fly there and meet my bike at the end of the coming week.
I must say, it feels strange to be here without my motorcycle! It’s been only 5 weeks since I left home but every day of those 5 weeks I spent having him by my side. So now it feels a bit like I’m homeless! It’s because of the fact that the last weeks of travels home was always wherever I had a secure overnight parking spot for my bike. And yes, now it feels like something is missing.
Oh, I genuinely can’t wait to see this boy again!