Travelling has been one of my great passions since my childhood. My parents took us for 4-week-trips to different parts of Europe in our summer holidays: England-Scotland (1990), Scandinavia (1991), Czechoslovakia-Hungary-Poland (1992), France (1993). We travelled with a VW Bus, slept in B&Bs or tents, and saw a lot of places. These trips infected me with a frenetic curiosity to discover, and to hit the road.

I signed up for driving school a few weeks before my 18th birthday and as soon as I passed my last exam went on a trip around Southern Italy in an old VW Golf I. Since then I toured pretty much all of Central and Western Europe, the Balkans, Greece. But also Morocco (2005-2006), New England while I lived in the US (2007-2008), South Africa (2011-2012). In 2012-2013 I blogged for the first time on a trip through Thailand. I began to write from the road to keep friends and family posted, but started to like it. I use to write while I travel, at the end of a day on the road, when the posts are still fresh from the impressions of the day. So sometimes orthography and style are not perfect. I write in simple english, so that everybody can more or less understand me, although it’s not my native language (excuse strange formulations you might find).

Then came 2013, the year of Eurasia2013. This journey from Madrid to Vladivostok and back, with an encore to Cabo da Roca in Portugal. I’m now back for quite a while, and I had difficulties getting back into a “normal” life in a Western European city, with a job, a daily life, routines, for over a year. Life has not been the same since that trip.

The drive to escape back to the road stays strong. During Easter 2014 I did a raid to Morocco and blogged. Oman was another great discovery in 2014-14. And a trip to Dakar was in preparation for some time, but ultimately didn’t happen. Someday I hope I’ll get back on the road. Stay tuned.