Many years ago my parents bought my first scooter. Any idea of what a Ciao is? A tiny single-speed vélo bike with no variator that was popular when I was a kid. I remember my first vacation and also the first personal computer I had. It was the 80s, the world was different and the internet era had not started yet.
A few years ago, during my first solo trip I remember meeting a guy: he was looking at me from behind the yellow lenses of his glasses while I was refueling at a gas station, on an island, in the middle of nowhere. We started talking and later I met his family and his travel mates.
The man told me how much he admired what I was doing and how nostalgic he was, thinking about the good old days when he was roaming around the world with a motorcycle like me.
It had rained, I was cold and soaked but this comforted me a lot: I wasn’t sailed enough for such a trip. But the truth is, it’s never too late to do the things you love, do them for fun, do them for you. Even today, when it’s easier to have a social media alter-ego with a thousand followers rather than real world experiences. It’s never too late to get out and try something you’ve always dreamt of.
Eventually, I started a blog to share emotions, impressions and snapshots from my travels. And stories written from the perspective of a solo traveller.
The idea behind this tiny blog is having fun in writing down memories of my past trips and ideas for the forecoming ones, hoping some will find nice reading them and maybe find in my stories and pictures a source of inspiration for starting their next adventure!