It was one 100%, in every instant of life adventure a la Easy Rider. Yes, yes... It was travel! Live Remake of one cult movie, but in this version executed by us, means me and my friends, nobody died, even if, as in the movie, there was one in jail episode... Yes, I head collected one hardcore Easy Rider experience. The main of this enterprise was to ride the thousands of kilometers the most comfortable way. Most comfortable meant to me : totally independent, off-road, definitely healthy, deeply relaxing and amazing journey across the world. And it happened. I have seen in a street of one French city, two huge cruiser bicycles imported from the USA and exhibited on the front of one bicycle shop. Patcha Mama did put these two giant toys on our life path, that I have shared with one cool girl grown in the big mountains. I had enough of cash in the pockets to buy these two incredibly crazy Rock'n'Roll style cruisers immediately, and to ride the next 3000 km the Gypsy king's way. I have gone to the shop, I have pulled the cash out of my Jeans pocket and I said "with these two cruisers there, me and my girlfriend we will ride from here to Romania...these are exactly the bicycles we need to manage this story..." Owner of the shop sold the bicycles in 5 minutes, with 10% of discount, and amazed by our travel plan, asked for a few pictures of the cruisers on the road...in exchange for eventual service, even if we would need any of this in one lost in Romania village. It happened. I needed this service, in Berlin. A guy did send to me all new set of rear wheel and shifting system.It was just amazing. But I think that he was really once in life so surprised, to have seen the pictures of us riding the beach cruisers across the world. It was the most comfortable travel in my life.

Yes... I am addicted to the road.
There was a period in my life when I was permanently living on the road, and from the road. No address, no heavy stuff to carry, only me and all the World. The days spent on waiting for a lift from city A to the village B, lost somewhere in the high mountains. The walks through the giant forests, absolutely alone, stepping on the path build by the slaves of Roman Empire. Sleeping on the branches of huge tree, because of the Deer's which had begun to fight for supremacy on the charming meadow on the border of which I have found a perfect tree to sleep under. When the bulls appeared from deep night, and when their rough shouts woken me up, I had the seconds to collect my little camp and to jump on the branches. It was full nature scary.
The experiencing of such way of life can be addictive. In my case, it appeared to be so. After a few hundreds thousands of kilometers, I have tried to settle myself with a project to regain a conventional setup. But, it didn't work. Basically for the reasons of economies of the energies. Nomadic way of going can become much more economically effective than settled situation. Surely, rolling from beach to beach is ways much stressless. Once again, as a regular citizen, I wasn't able to agree with many senseless costs of living in the flat. So, I had to move away. And once again, it was one of the best decisions concerning my existence.
So many people asked me why do I run away ...?
I answer only this to them : There are two general types of humans, those ones who occupy the lands, no matter price, and those ones who follows the sun, because it's healthier.

I am from last generation before the Internet blown up as a social space of communication. When I was hitchhiking, there was no Bla Bla Car, no Google Maps, only Couch Surfing was a kind of useful website. To find the right directions I had to ask the people, or to use the better maps.
The maps!
After a few trekking, long distance trekking, amazed by the net of trekking paths covering all Europe, I have found a map of continent designed only with the walking paths of variables difficulties. There are a few of those paths which are crossing all Europe or running around of the countries. But all of them are mostly beautiful, interesting and teaching. Most important is that once stepping on them, we penetrate in the Nature and Silence. And day after day we discover more and more how huge the world is. Very often I was walking or pedaling through the lands, where meeting with another person was a kind of rare. A meditation came to me very naturally. Talking to myself was a good experience, questioning myself till deepest of my heart and mind certainly saved me from sickness. These were precious lessons of life. Camping under the well-chosen trees, watching the stars from the sleeping bag, and launching a micro camp fire in the morning to celebrate espresso.  Those are the memories of the best quality. Once, I came to one crossroads, I was walking from far to reach some far. The crossroads was a meeting point of four directions, totally lost in some deep countryside. I took my break there, thinking on the necessity of continuing to walk one of the directions. Finally, I have stood up, and I went of this crossroads, to go through the fields and to dive in the forest. This time I have learned something fundamental. The established directions, don't really help to find freedom.