Dates: 01/05/2018 – 07/10/2018 // 26/04/2019 – 04/07/2019
It’s seven o’clock in the morning. In the gloom of my tent, my eyes only glimpse to see a small halo of light coming from outside. Groping and sleepy, I get out. My eyes begin to get used to the light, but not to what they are seeing. In the distance there is a murmur. It is not the noise of the walking crowd, the sirens scandal or the morning traffic. It is the wind that drags the dust of the road. Standing, I realize that I am not in Madrid, not even in Buenos Aires. The landscape in front of me is very different. I am in the middle of the Mongolian desert.
A few years ago, I would never imagined that I could have come here, crossed thirty-five countries or made sixty thousand kilometers across Europe and Asia. All this would not have been possible without my tireless companion of adventures. She is none other than my Kawasaki Vulcan 2000, the largest twin-cylinder motorcycle ever made.
In a world where the most normal thing is to meet travelers driving large “trails”, my partner and I challenge the limits of the “cruiser” by barely passable roads for these heavy two-wheelers. From the European asphalt, through the forgotten roads of Tajikistan, to the desert of Mongolia. In each scenario, it is a challenge that I made with blind faith in my saddle and with the feeling and emotion of overcoming each stage of the road day after day.
We have traveled two important parts of this trip. The first part by known terrain. Places to which, thanks to my club, the Vulcan Owners Club Spain, I have shared good moments and met new friends, going back to Central Europe and the Balkans for three months. The second part began in Finland, the last country I would step on before entering unknown territory: Russia.
I was ready to start this part of the adventure, but not everything was ready. In this type of adventure, it is good to have some external support. And I don’t mean just money, but family, friends, and even your partner. Thanks to them, we overcome the first obstacle: a visa to enter Russia. Because fate wanted it that way, the visa arrived a couple of days before leaving Poland on the way to Estonia. It arrived with enough time so that I could enter Russia and keeping me in the move.
After so long, I have learned that people are valuable on their own. Wherever I have gone they have received me with gratitude and hospitality. I would like to continue telling you my adventures, but what am I going to leave for my blog? Maybe next year I will be lucky enough to write to you from Japan. Who knows …
My partner and I will continue rolling until the body endures, or until the budget is exhausted. We still don’t know what will come first. With these lines I say goodbye, greeting all those travelers who pursue their dream.
See you on the road!
