The Trip



We are all so taken by our frenetic lives that, perhaps, sometimes we forget some things, especially the simplest ones. A return to the origins: a tent, three clothes and a bike (the Bicio) I chose the bicycle for the freedom that it offers. You don’t depend on anything or anyone, just on yourself. The shining sun, the endless descents, the wind in your hair, the scent of flowers … the dust in the eyes, the exhaust of the trucks, the mountain passes that split the legs, the heavy rain, the cold nights, the sweltering heat, the rabid dogs, the flat tires, the food poisoning … ok, ok, ok I understood, but it’s all part of the adventure. This is not about “traveling by bicycle”, but a different way of living and get connected with the people and things around me.


Sometimes the biggest disappointments occur when too many expectations and established plans, for various reasons, don’t come true. I mount on my bike with a fully open mind and heart. I will go where the road will take me (visa permitting). Let’s start by the Silk Road following the footprints of Marco Polo, but starting from Tbilisi (Georgia).


Are you trained?

Of course not! After a great experience in the Borneo jungle, I learned that it’s not the body that must be trained, but the mind. Very often it’s “a matter of the head” and the body follows suit.

In case of need, would you be able to repair your bike?

Not really … not yet … I hope that also my star protector will assist me.

Are you not scared?

Sure, who would not … but as Paulo Coelho said:

If you think adventure is dangerous try routine, it is lethal.

If I stopped every time I was feeling restlessness, anxiety or fear, I would not be the person I am today.