It’s been too long ago, some travel news from me.
I am currently on a two month journey, and it’s time for a little flashback for myself.
The first weeks were chilly, the temperature was different than when I left the Netherlands. I had pretty quickly the first snowflakes, and below 0 temperatures. Driving these temperatures were first to get used to, I wore six layers of clothes, and I was shaking like a smart phone that receives messages. After trying to understand how nature and animals behave sight, people used to live, and current techniques, I suffice with two layers and motorcycle suit me, and I am resistant to current temperatures! Mostly I even row with my summer gloves, while it is below zero. And I have a good reason not to shave, and occasionally with a bearded drive around, free insulation, and here is the beard also hipster!
The conversations were just stunning to me, people showed too much interest after my idea, what suspicion caused me, what do these people want from me, why so many questions, get I soon somewhere in trouble with my answers? And their responses to my stories were “amazing”, and more of those Tell Sell conversations.
For me as a sober Fries too much of a good thing, but I have learned to deal with it, and try to translate their responses to Dutch or my standards! It struck me as a bit too warm blanket over me.
The distances were different than expected, between villages is sometimes more km than I expected, and therefore sometimes delusional in no-mans land. For me it is taking more preparation before I turn the key and give the Beemer tracks.
Tank stadiums, accommodation, plan B (and sometimes C), food and water, such things should have gone in the day before I head over, before I swing me leg over the saddle the next morning. Something in Europe I actually had never done it this way.
I even had a hostel which I had emailed in advance of my visit, I found a note on the front door upon arrival. The note said that I could report to me at the end of the street, at the house at the intersection. I was allowed to pay and I got the room key. And the friendly elderly lady wished me a pleasant stay, with the announcement that the owner was not here in the winter, and the only one I stayed in the hostel. And she gave me some instructions on the lights and the stove that I was free to turn on and off as I went again!
Because I went through such experiences, I feel lonely, and got going in a negative thought. The nature and the weather pounded on me, the nights were too short, me meals even more boring than in the Netherlands (noodles from a pack), traveling every day and lambaste me stuff on the bike, just to make all the decisions. It got me in the grip I got less pleasure in me trip.
My low point so far was when I tried to get out at 22:00 despair that great city, because I totally did not feel safe with the engine and all me stuff, every traffic light tickle my nerves were more, and finally at 23:30 I was a bit out of the city, and I turned on a truck parking lot, ran inside the roadhouse, took off me wet motor clothes, and still had no place to sleep.
For myself, I decided that I just had to skip a night, and had to entertain me in the restaurant. Unfortunately, this plan F has now, as a bubble punctured by the waitress, who asked if I wanted a quick drink because they were closing at 00:00.
At that time, the city, that truck stop, which servant, my past choices made that day, my trip, just my decisions. I was all set, and was finished with my own choices. Greatly regretted that I had put myself in this situation, and I felt stupid!
I travel out of love, love for myself and love for the world, and the beautiful nature what there is to see and every particular person I meet. At that time that all was hard to find, and I have accepted me choice, start the motor, and the first took motel I saw. And of course, it was dirty and nasty. So does that with a day like this.
The night did me good, and the next morning promised myself to traveling on a divert way.
For the loneliness I bought a little radio, and the music makes me sure that I do not feel lonely at times when it becomes too quiet around me. And I even occasionally do on most the strangest places a little dance. And my air guitar solos also are getting better I must say! And that great smile of the pump attendant when I practiced my singing skills and did a little “jump” while I went inside to pay, did me good!
Sleeping places I try to arrange more in advance, and I’m getting better for each other to stay for free. Various websites and apps to help me in this present time to meet people who want to receive and assist travelers on their journey. Often these are people with a travel history, or the urge to travel, but often are trapped by their work in the rut and obligations. Recognizable for myself, but I realize that you always have two options in your life.
Whether you accept the conditions as they are, or you take the responsibility to change them, the choice is yours …
My first couch surfing experience was a baptism. Picked up are in a Fast food chain because the engine need a little earlier than expected maintenance and repair, and I could not help tinkering, and so had to stay overnight somewhere. Through the app on my phone and the free Wi-Fi (sometimes it seems a necessity of life number one) found a couch surfing host. And he wanted me also to pick up at the fast food restaurant.
Of course I was on me guard, not knowing where I would end up, but the luggage was fast in the car within reach for me, cared for the kind man drove by or disadvantaged neighborhoods, and his car was also not the cheapest. Soon you come to talk about work, and of course I asked what he did for a living.
I think most people at that time, as a film script had jumped out of the car when he was told that he was a drug dealer, a very large quantity and turnover per day!
I’m not a movie star, and trust can only be on my own, so it remained “calm” down and observed everything extra carefully. Arrived in his house I was alert to what was coming, and I had checked already several times my luggage and pocket knife, as his actions, and I kept a safe distance running behind him, and left him alone carrying my less value fulling stuff in the most expensive sit-looking bag (one of the convenient journey trucks, which you learned from world travelers).
In his house were indeed boxes filled with bags of marijuana and the smell was quite present.
His first supplier was dressed as a decent businessman, and there were no exciting cash transactions or other action movie scenario. The moment he got a call and told me that he had to work, I was extra alert. But all that was happening, he put on his coat and called to me that I could grab a beer from the fridge! Hmm I was just as careful with alcohol that time, and thought for a moment the choice to leave the house unnoticed and disappear into the night and his world. But the direct honesty, confidence to leave me with that amount of weed in the house, and safely about upcoming situation so far, let me stay conclude, and I even stayed 3 days with him, and we had the most nice conversations. Okay, he while enjoying a joint, and then I sipped pleasant to me beer.
The people I met with the provision of a couch, which often resulted in a large bed and a good meal. Have great faith in humanity and I am very happy that I met these positive people and together we make a contribution to a better world.
Look further than your nose down … something I think is important in life!
Until now, the best lesson I learned on my trip is that the sunrise and sunset are for me the biggest gift of the day and your mood can change completely. What a wonderful moments and views you get when you get up with the dawn, or while enjoying whit a meal and a drink the sun go down.
I changed also my journey rhythm. Instead of traveling every day and move on, took time to get to know people them better and to better explore the area.
So I had a great time in Toronto.
Yes still a great city, but I had to fulfill a promise, and I was offered a secured parking. And I gave myself a little break during the Christmas season, and enjoyed with family and delightful laugh these days! What was a warm cozy time there, but also astonished busy with all the family members who wanted to meet me, and the dinners I had. And I liked to play as a babysitter for my little nieces and nephews!
I celebrated the New Year in Niagara Falls, a place that is engraved in me memories. I really sit for hours watching the natural phenomenon and would still be able to stand for hours. Specially when the turn off the lights…
The coming month for me get a small sprint, I go to “crossing” it to the west. The middle part of Canada is a vast flat stretch, where very few people live, especially in winter, which is also the fiercest here. -30 Or colder here can be quite common, with strong winds because of the prairies and plains.
The saying is this: if your dog run away, you can still see him three days running…
I hope in between to find a solution to get more time to write more easily if my stories, and to share these with the rest of the world. Little stories for myself, I like to, but working on the website, translate, post pictures, and all the controls take a lot of time, and that time should I use efficiently this winter weather to plan the next days or to control my sleep addresses. For me, the prion number one.
Currently, I’m staying with a retired man who has built a beautiful cottage near Parry Sound, on a lake, and I just made me first own fire in this country, and we enjoy our wine and the soothing jazz music on background. And warm me feet on the crackling fireplace fire. Outside it’s just half an hour from +3 degrees with rain, dropped to -8 with large snowflakes, so insidious nature can be here sometimes!
For me even more the need to plan the “crossing” good and create more secure options! I get my collected trip and emergency materials getting better, and I learn useful but crucial survival techniques of all kinds of people that I meet! As I learn more and more useful knots, plant and animal species, and such things, there is certainly not bored at!! At the same time, I enjoy the beautiful scenery and moments that my journey entails, and so I take fast another sip of the delicious red wine …..