Solo traveling women on a 🚵🏽♀️, Nordkapp-Morocco 2017-2018 . Now: Sweden 🇸🇪
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New Year's Eve 2017 was spent on a camp site with a small group of lovely people. Everything started in this cozy chill-out tent and escalated when special food and drinks was served. Good times with music, dance, company, Berber drums and lots of Berber and Catalonian language. The party however ended up in a hotel, that pretty much made me feel I was invited to Jasmines palace
It's definitely not summer anymore, it's freezing cold and my bike is lighter then I'm use to. But every bike ride gives me joy for the moment, and the ride to work is way to short to satisfy me. My heart is still in Morocco but the cold forces me to pedal to keep the warmth still inside.
Big city lights and half moon was the view for tonight, but I surely miss the times when I couldn't keep my eyes open after 10 in the evening
For many people it's hard to believe why you would ride your bicycle across countries. But for me it's even more strange to ride my bike through the town where I grew up, after just crossing 9 countries with the same bike. This picture is taken by the pond where I always fed the ducks in my early days. And to see my bike in that surrounding, that is strange, cause that wouldn't have happened if I didn't first cycled through 9 countries.
Yesterday and today's very special welcoming home was lovely, thanks to all of you who waited for me and thanks to my family for an epic "dinner come together"
I now believe that'll have approx 80kms left of this trip, but before that last stretch home, to my actual home some family-time is on the agenda!
Good morning Copenhagen!
The air is different as well as the temperature, but I'm stoked to finish this last stretch up to Gothenburg
One of my followers Hans has been organising a "welcome home" event for me. That is for you a lovely opportunity to ask questions or just have a peak at Bike. There will be a little interview, and other goodies, that will take place in the shopping mall of Varberg (Sweden). I would love to see you there on Saturday are you in? Link in bio for more info.
So Sweden, here I come!
Some insensitive last days in Morocco is now over. Bike is wrapped up (finally after 2h). I will now close my eyes and pretend that I am flying my Moroccan handmade carpet to Copenhagen, in my opinion a more romantic picture of returning home after almost 7 months on a bike across 9 countries.
Let's see what's waiting on the other side!
Just another camp spot I'm so happy for all your name suggestions for my cycle-monkey-friend, insanely good and it was also very funny to go through them! I forgot to give you an expiring time, but as you noticed I'm leaving Morocco soon, so I had to decide quickly.
The winner is Abu, after Aladdin's . Which is also a name that describes Morocco very well from my point of view!
Thank you all for super cute names!!
I never did this, and I have no idea how many of you reads the this text at al, but I will give it a try! -
It's time for me to introduce you to my monkey friend. And I need your help .
Background story: When I cycled through Denmark my sister got her second baby. As you understand, I haven't met this little boy named Imre yet. I bough him a monkey who has now cycled with me through the last 8 countries. In just a couple of days this monkey will meet his real owner, BUT, he has no name. I would love this little monkey to have a sweet on-the-road name, but I'm pretty bad at coming up with names. So please, if you are a bad-ass-name-giver, please name him and I promise to send you a sweet postcard from Morocco (who ever gives the best name)
Hope to hear from you!
Desert in my heart, now and forever. This endless land of nothing makes you find everything.
We are all very good at focusing on bad things in life, but life can be so easy.
It's hard to say it, but I'm pretty jealous of my life right now, and I'm just gonna keep on living it, I wish you the same happiness
At this very moment I'm sitting on the top of this mountain, only camera I'm carrying with me is my iPhone. The rest of my gear and house is in the little village below at a family's house. And only place I found a bit of internet connection was here, on the top of this mountain, somewhere in the Atlas Mountains
Yesterday I helped a family out by carrying a message from the son, standing at the road with a broken car, to find his dad in the next village. The result was that I got invited to their family with open arms. The car is okay and the son got the cold. And I'm sitting on the top of a mountain. Life brings unexpected moments
I've been in a rocky-desert-sandstorm before, for sure. But never with Bike. Yesterday's sandstorm and headwind made me do 40 very slow kms before a German couple picked me up in their massive and supercool Mercedes truck, but that's a totally different story, maybe for another time.
I wanna give a shout-out to the turban! Not only is it practically useful in sandstorms and sunshine, it's also freakin beautiful. But that's not all... for all of you solo travelling women out there that constantly get called at, smiled at, touched and also getting the "are you married" question 10 times a day. The turban will absolutely help you to get a peaceful ride through the next town, cause no one except it to be a women underneath.
The boy in the second picture is Jamél, he pushed the storm with me for about 5kms, we had fruit break about half way through. He also needed a turban, and luckily I had a spare one that I gave to him.
Latest information I got from the German couple is that I'll probably catch a snow storm on my next mountain pass. Let's see what awaits me