We’ve made this! :)

He said he would take me to the end of the world and he kept his word, trickster. I remember us one and half years ago packing our belongings in his family house in the countryside, close to Jelenia Góra in Poland. The whole bed was covered with little piles of clothes, which we were sorting, hoping to reduce. We were about to ship our motorbike along with all the necessary baggage to New York where our long-waited adventure would start. Back then I did not believe that we would really drift so far away. Through both western continents, 13 countries, and 66 thousand kilometres until the very end of Argentina in South America. Now, Antarctica has never been closer.

In this post, I won’t be writing about everything that happened during this journey. It won’t be about the places and scenery that moved us to tears, the routes that gave me a thrill, the animals, plants and wonders of nature, previously seen only in National Geographic. Not about the people, with whom our paths have crossed, and who so many times opened their homes to us. I won’t be writing here about all the encountered travelers, fellow motorcycle riders, brave cyclists, cheerful families and couples riding across the world in their motor-homes, backpackers in torn jeans, artists and wanderers, vagabonding for years. Or even about the fascinating stories circulating around the bonfire that so strongly unite us all sitting around. After all, there is something that bonds us the people. We all travel, from somewhere, to somewhere, for something. And the deep seeded awareness warms up on the inside, making us feel blessed to experience something so uniquely beautiful and special. There will be a time to share all the stories…