The plan is that there is no plan.
On the 20th October 2016, we’ve abandoned our house on four wheels for a life on two wheels. We are now moving eastwarsd with no further constrainst than to enjoy it. (We would still like to avoid cold winters and visa problems…)
A vital need for freedom and adventure, a mad desire for a simple life, a foolish dream of leaving no trace but the memory of our stay. Pedal. Eat. Climb. Sleep. Be amazed. Repeat. Speed and rushing being our worst nightmares, we hope to pedal every kilometre we can and to not take aircraft.
Nothing decided, everything is possible. Our savings should allow us to travel for about three years. Beyond this point, we’ll see, we’ll improvise. Working on the Internet, sell the story of our adventures or some photos, settle somewhere nice and get a job for a few months. Our largest wealth remains to have the time and take it.
Passionate climbers, we managed to cram all our gear into the bags. Rope, harnesses, quickdraws, shoes, eight kilograms which we uses as often as possible. We cycle naturally towards famous or unknown mountains and cliffs. Combining cycling nomadism and long climbing trips remains a challenge. We know that we’ll sometimes spend several months without climbing or without pedalling. The most important thing is find inga balance, to be at the right place at the right season and to stay in shape between each.
July 2017, we’ve reached Azerbaijan. We are now on our way to Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, China, then Southeast Asia before sailing to the Americas (maybe Australia before, or Japan…).