I arrived in Mexico with my spirit on the floor. My escapade to Europe served no purpose but to unbalance all these years of travel, this project to which, inadvertently, I am giving my life. And so in the end, three months later, after 3,000 kilometers, I found myself feeling energetic. I don’t know if I should pin it on the route itself, the warmth of Mexican people or the great mayan chaman lady who did a deep-cleanse healing to me.
On my way through the western U.S. the journey became majestic. The national parks that spread throughout the Rockies are uniquely beautiful, solemn. All physical exertion and suffering to have arrived there suddenly turn into satisfaction and an energy reload that even your soul appreciates.
During my tour in Canada I have shared the road for a month and a half with Alvaro, the Biciclown. By knowing about the videos that I have been producing since the beginning of my trip, Alvaro offered me to make the script for my documentary. You have a nice story he said to me, and we have to tell it.
Alaska was one of the hardest routes I've been through. Being alone in such extreme situations makes me stronger. These stages are more than a challenge and overcoming them motivates me to keep going ...
While the initial idea was to start cycling the continent from Alaska, the weather did not let me do so. It was the beginning of spring, thereby from Samoa I flew to Hawaii and then to San Francisco to ride the coast of California, and it was so good…
When I arrived to Buenos Aires, I bought maps, I presented dozens of samples of work, I made travel brochure and the website, I got a lot of moral support, I contacted the media, dozens of companies and I took 8 vaccines. Finally on September 26, 2.001 I left to Africa to concluded this hard stage which was also part of my long trip, although this time not sat down on my bicycle, but on a hundred of desks.
I cycled along the coast passing through Punta del Diablo, Cabo Polonio and San Carlos. Another day I took to reach San Jacinto and finally I arrived to Colonia to cross by ferry to Buenos Aires, and from where I really start to think about my real dream.