The Unexpected

“Hold on,” Gilby said. “Let me grab the sheets.”

“Don’t rush,” I told him as he limped from his family’s guest room.

It had been one year since Gilby’s motorcycle accident. His left leg was broken when a man driving a pickup pulled in front of him, and Gilby, unable to stop his bike in time, hit the side of the truck. The man fled, and Gilby was left with a shattered tibia.

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Ten great places to stay: exclusive

“It’s not about the destination, but about the journey”, said a wise man, a long time ago. And still… We don’t mind a fabulous destination from time to time. After our shortlist on the places we’d recommend you staying if you’re on an average traveller’s budget, we’ve gathered another ten which offer more exclusive overnights. For travellers who don’t mind spending the extra buck for that one, very special experience. Enjoy!

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A la recherche du temps perdu

You normally don’t find us often hanging out at hip motorcycle events. We do not really bother about the latest trends in chrome bolts nor do we consider ourselves tattoo-addicts, and we do not like to discuss about all the magnificent rides we‘ll probably never undertake. We are movers. We use our motorbike for travelling. We see our wheels as means to explore the world and to expand our horizons.

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Nomadik and Co: From Ireland to South Africa – Part IV

Cameroon to the Congos

We had been making good progress for almost two months with barely a hiccup until we the wet season in western Cameroon threatened to swallow us and then engine troubles in Yaounde. We were in the heart of Africa and all of a sudden our goal of reaching Cape Town felt tenuous. My clutch was running on Johnson and Johnson baby oil and despite changing Richard’s oil, there was the constant fear that we had missed some shard of metal when replacing his failed rocker arm. Any unfamiliar vibration or rattle in the bikes quickly sent our minds to thoughts of impending mechanical carnage that could halt us at any point. But with the longest stretch of unknown still ahead of us through the Congo’s we pushed on.

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