We traveled with a motorbike, which is a completely different experience than traveling with a car or with public transport. I was afraid of motorbikes few years ago, along with many things. I remember trying to convince my boyfriend to go with a car instead, picturing in my head all the brutal accidents that could happen on the road. But as soon as we started driving, I realised how enormously stupid fear is. And this fear gets me every time.
After few miles of driving through the forest we catch the sight of the sea, my other lover. I could already smell the salty breeze that caressed our naked necks. What I love about traveling with a motorbike is that you sense everything so intense. You are not closed in a safe box of a car, you feel the temperature, you hear the voices and sounds on the road, you smell the odours of nature, cities and cars, you feel the danger and the speed.
Motorbike gives you freedom, but every freedom has a price. You are like a nomad, wandering around in big boots and motorbike jacket even when it's 35 degrees with sun shining. You have to carry around all of your belongings including protection belts, gloves, documents and helmet. It's not for everyone, but it is for everyone who craves of something wild and free.
Maybe few years ago I wouldn't be ready for a travel like this. My travel bags were usually full of shoes, dresses and accessories. That outfit needed that bag, and I couldn't be in the same dress everyday, what kind of fashion girl would do that. And yet I find traveling light so deliberating, I had just one small bag, smaller than hand-luggage on a plane, where I had to put only urgent things that I'll need on the road. When my brother saw the bags, he asked me how was I supposed to put everything in those two small bags, I smiled: just one is mine.
This kind of travel changes the way you see yourself. With a everyday use of helmet, you can forget about good hair days. And your make up routine gets down to a lipstick and sunscreen. But the most curious thing is that you don't even need all those tricks that society states them as required. The wilderness and the road need no gold, no shiny belts or bracelets, no super full lashes mascara. What is a real beauty is waking up with a sun shining on your tent, hearing the sea waves few meters away, beside a person you love and you are so grateful for everything that exist in this world. You start enjoying small things as having a DIY salad on the beach, making grill with other people in camping, playing with small kittens on the street, enjoying the silence and darkness of the night full of stars.
Most of the time we are too spoiled and we forget that those are the things that make our existence full. No fancy beach bars, no loud music and cocktails, no glamour, nothing superficial can overcome the beauty of simplicity. If you are lucky and have a chance to find a private corner, I say also no clothes.
Now I crave for another voyage. I'd love to make longer one, the kind of travel that stretches your mind, that puts you in a position where you have no option but to hold on tight and ride. Through life, through your toughts, through the questions that may be life changing. Every non-conformist travel is a kick into reality, making you notice things you need to change, areas where you need to grow, fears you need to overcome.
And after any of this, you feel a bit more free, a bit more naked to yourself, but more strong. More wild.