januari 26th, 2025
It doesn’t take much for me to say “yes” to go on a biking adventure. So when a friend suggested a weekend trip –right in the middle of winter– of course, I was in.
As a final test before I left, Ignas and I (or as I like to call him, “my nature friend”) decided to test out the final setup of the bike setup, the gear and my overall ability to survive by wild camping in the Belgian Ardennes. A brilliant idea, considering temperatures barely rose above freezing and rivers were overflowing. But hey, details.
And the crazy thing is, I loved every second of it.
Sure, at times it straight up sucked. With the cold seeping into my bones, and the rain turning sleeping more into a damp meditation exercise rather than actual rest. But somehow, sharing that misery with someone else makes it… special? A kind of beautifully dumb experience where you both acknowledge that yes, this is awful, and yes, we would absolutely do it again.
But hey —I survived, my friend survived, the bike survived. We had some great food and slept in what Airbnb would probably describe as:
“Experience a remote getaway in nature in this charming tiny house, now yours for only €99 a night! Cleaning and administration fees not included.”
Except we got it for free.
