The Trip 2017-2018



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 bicycle (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 mounted on my bicycle with a fully open mind and heart. I went where the road took me. I started by the Silk Road following the footprints of Marco Polo. Starting point wasTbilisi (Georgia).


Were 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.

Were 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.