Hi everyone, my name is Bas and I'm from the Netherlands.
I think I have some interesting stories worth sharing, but first a little background:

Last year I set myself a goal. I want to document Europe through the eyes of an adventure rider. Exploring unpaved roads and discover the most beautiful places in Europe. In doing so, I not only hope to inspire other adventure riders, I want to help them to experience Europe in the way I did.

That’s why I created the GLR network. It’s an adventure route network where adventure riders can select and combine different GLRs to create their personal adventure route.

In expanding the GLR network I want to adventurise Europe for every motorcycle rider. But I cannot do this alone. I need adventurisers to ride out on their own adventures, enjoying the GLRs and spreading the word.

So please have a look at www.goinglimbo.com and let me know what you think. Do you like it? Consider to become an adventuriser yourself, it’s completely free!

Having said that, I think it's time to share some stories about how I explored different sections of the GLR.



THE FIRST DAY
Every adventure starts with the same rituals. Check the bike, pack the bike, go to bed early and leave as early in the morning as possible. This time was a little out of the ordinary. I would leave relatively late because of the temperature in the morning. I'm not planning to freeze off the bike, so leaving around 9 am sounds a bit more comfortable than the usual 5 am.

The ride to the start of what has become GLR 1, would take me around 15 hours. For the night, I would stop halfway at a campsite. Doing so enables me to start the second day fresh and early. After all, it's an adventure and I expect nothing to go as planned.

THE SECOND DAY
The sound of raindrops hitting the tent prelude a new day. Today is the first day I'm forced to eat my breakfast inside. I hope this is just bad luck on the first night and not a forecast for the upcoming adventure.


Nevertheless, my mood drops after packing the tent wet. It keeps raining the whole day, but the slightest glimpse of the sun turns a smile on my face. I motivate myself that I'm back on my bike again and that I'm probably going to experience a lot of amazing things in the upcoming weeks.

After a whole day of riding, I arrive at my destination. It turns out that most campsites close after September, leaving me stranded at the gate.

After asking around, I meet the owner at the local tennis court. It's okay to pitch up my tent, but I don't need to expect any breakfast service. I except his offer!


More about this story in the upcoming posts!