A mild sunny day. Two friends and two motorbikes. A mountain step on which neither of them has still been even if it is “here”, but that to be reached literally it brings you off the road. Dordona.
It takes so little to sometimes reset stress and frustrations, reload that pit we have inside here in the middle of the sternum, above the diaphragm. Ale with his ténéré and I riding the Himalayan we leave on a contemplative mission.
We have no goal except to hear us, for a day, in contact with the world around us.
