I’ve decided that this week I’m gonna try to post pictures from my trip up north, before I forget all about them, like it sometimes happens with some other pics. If you haven’t yet noticed, I love traveling and traveling on a motorcycle is a truly unique experience. There is something very natural about it, something about being exposed to the environment; to the bone chilling rain, disorienting wind, to the smells around you. Feeling that buffalos, bears and all sorts of other animals on the road are at a stretch of an arm. It seems like even locals treat you differently. But most importantly, doing it this way lets you explore. It lets you be the master of your own adventure, not the “lonely planet” or some other guidebook (nothing against the guidebooks, I believe there is place and time for them too). And that’s what traveling is about, exploring. Motorcycle will let one go to places one wouldn’t usually get to by foot, with a car or any other type of transport.
This is somewhere in northwestern British Columbia. We got off the main road to wonder in the labyrinth of back roads, some not wide enough and some in a too bad of a state for any car to pass. Not surprisingly we got lost and as we searched for our way out we came across this fairy tale looking place. There was absolutely no one even close to us, well no one except the herd of cows grazing the field. But they’re not really known to be territorial animals, so we decided to spend a night in this randomly discovered fairy tale. And that’s the beauty of it all.
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