My touring bicycle - it's sad, full of hurt. It dreams of new discoveries, meeting other bicycles, fantastic landscapes. But what's reality? Most time it's hidden in a lonely, dark cellar. At the most, a fly circles through its spokes.
But there is hope for my bicycle. In the time from August to October 2012, I plan to let it escape for about two months, to let it discover Madagascar.
Who am I? I'm Stefan, male, 45, from the Zurich area in Switzerland, with a wide range of interests, down-to-earth, and with already a few bicycle tours of several weeks up to several months in my calves.
Do you (f/m) feel like discovering Masoala without roof (I guess only the Swiss will understand this), staring at big eyes circled by some lemur, cycling though baobab instead of oak alleys? Are you ready to discover new lands, to dive into a completely different world? If that's the case, let me know, and we can discuss further details. Part-time travelers are welcome as well. firstname.lastname@example.org