I’m not Superwoman. I don’t have a black belt in martial arts, nor experience in using weapons. I like to wear dresses and red lipstick. And I’m an average motorcyclists with just two years of driving experience.
But I’m lucky: during the last year I have learned that the only thing that stood between me and one of my dreams was myself and my countless “what ifs”: What if my savings were not big enough to do this trip? What if I got sick? Would I ever find a job I like when I got back – and a nice apartment?
One evening in December 2015 just before Christmas, I spent my evening with shopping in my neighborhoods supermarket and just browsed through the cans when I suddenly was very sure and had this thought that woke me up from inside: I needed to make this journey around the world on a motorcycle that I had thought about for months. And I needed to do that now.
The right moment
For some things, there is just a right moment that comes naturally, for others you have to create it. Suddenly everything signaled “Just do it”. And before this moment of clarity faded away, I made the decision to give up my previous life (at least for one year) and hit the road with my bike. Short time later I quit my job as an editor and my apartment.
In the meantime I applied for countless visas that are now in my passport, my Triumph Tiger 800 XCA is equipped with gear from Touratech and tires from Metzeler, my bags are packed and we are ready to go.
Traveling as a gift to yourself
Traveling is one of the most amazing gifts that you can give yourself. Because it broadens horizons, helps you to explore and tear down borders and to experience humanity. For me a motorcycle is the perfect fellow to travel with. Sure, you are vulnerable and directly exposed to environmental influences – but there is nothing that can outweigh the experience to feel everything on your own skin and be in the middle of what’s going on instead of hiding behind a wall of tin.
Taking things in our own hands
Join me on this adventure and a virtual trip around the world. Maybe you can find your own way of travelling from this safe guard. I am sure that some of my “What ifs” will happen. But if my bike breaks down in Austria, then I at least did an significant step: I learned how to take things in my own hands literally. In the end it’s not the execution or the achievement of a goal that matter, but that you started to follow your own way – no matter what your choice of vehicle is.