Imagine, you drove a scooter true the mountains. From Sankt Moritz to Zurich. The sun was shining the whole day on your face and the temperature was flirting with the 30 degrees. The views were simply brilliant. A mixture from hills and lakes, the routes were quiet. You arrive in Zurich on a camping, next to the lake. It's to late to jump in the water. You want to share wat happend that day with somebody, or you just want to talk. Some minutes later a group of teenagers are installing their tent next to yours. They are with ten and they just want to be drunk. You think, right also this. You searching as a fool for dutchmen because belgians are not on the road this days. You don't find them. You going to enjoy the view at the border of the lake and a young swedish guy is sitting their to. But it's a pitty because he is smoking his joint, and smoking a joint you do alone. You don't want to be disturbed or talk neither. So you watching the game from the flies and the dugs. The dugs are trying to catch the flies out of the air. You even think it's funny. For the first time on your route you feel alone. You realise that the road trip is so beautifull, so beautifull you start writing an email. One to Cooltra, to say that We ride Against Cancer is not half a way, or about to end. But it is just the beginning. That Cooltra already can arrange a scooter for next year, because i am going back. But not only one. Their has to be to scooters. Because this road trip is so nice I want to do him with the girl of my life or at least with one of my friends. Because all the shit in this world, but for sure the beautifull things are not mend to live alone. They are mend to share.
It is still some hours to go before you will laugh or cry. Because the team you supported a whole year long is about to winning or losing the spanish championship. You are nervous. You are tired but you can't sleep. The tent next to yours is already drunk and one ashole is trying to be funny to disturb you. It starts to rain. Little by little are the drups becoming bigger and bigger, they come faster and faster. You don't understand, you try to do something good but only troubles come by. You pray it stops to rain because otherwise you have another sleepless and cold night outside. But it didn't bother, the water is searching for a way into your tent. Your feets beginning to get wet. You offer your beachtowel and a shirt to keep your body dry. But it doesn't help. You escape your tent with your lugage. You decide to sleep under a roof of a terrace. And because that is not enough, you receive a message that Blaugrana won the game but lost the title. You realise, all the good things but also the bad, they are not mend to face alone.
The message of this message is not about the troubles I go true, because I knew before. It is that we all have to realise, that things are a lot better if we can share them together.
Ciao amigos y hasta luego.
Joachim
zondag 17 juni 2007
Lecco - Maloja
A really cold day. Recieved a phoe call out of Barcelona, really nice weather. I was freeying. Even no nineteen degrees, but with the wind on the scooter it felt like under zero. But like that was not enough it started to rain as hell. It seemed the weather wants me to stop the road trip, but I don't think about it. I want to arrive at Doka on a scooter, and I will do. The rain was coming and coming and I looked tot the tops of the mountains. It didnt seem the rain would stop for today. I couldnt see a thing, I had so cold and normally I had to drive to Sankt Moritz. I realised that iut was no option to risk my life in the mountains, risking my life 4000km on a scooter was a big enough offer. So I stopped in Maloja. And really it brings back emotions of years ago. I love Switzerland, I only have goood memories about the country. And strange to say but I was there more than one month of my life and no one day rain. I just arrived there and only rain. But I think it had a reason. I had the most beautifull times of my youth there in Maloja. But there came a time I chose to focus my life on football coaching and I didnt have time to go on CM camps anymore. A pitty. But being back, alone, with the Maloja Palace not in use anymore I brought the memories back. Also memories to a very special girl, I will never forget. Leen Vansina. For that reason i put a new song on the Go gear against cancer. Air supply with all out of love. It is a typical song for us, and the song brought all the good memories back. The walks in the mountains, the beautifull things we did, and eating a pizza in the restaurant we ordered every night a Pizza. I was sitting there alone, it was almost to cry. But I didnt.
I keep my tears for tonight. I am in Zurrich and tonight the decision will fall for the Spanish title. I am afraid that Hijo de Putas Real Madrid will win the title. Than my heart will cry, and the tears will fall. But I am sitting next to a lake, with the sun on my face. Living from day to day, realising I am a happy guy.
Hasta luego.
Joachim
I keep my tears for tonight. I am in Zurrich and tonight the decision will fall for the Spanish title. I am afraid that Hijo de Putas Real Madrid will win the title. Than my heart will cry, and the tears will fall. But I am sitting next to a lake, with the sun on my face. Living from day to day, realising I am a happy guy.
Hasta luego.
Joachim
Italy
I still smile when I writing this. but the Italians I like them. Soi furious, so full of temprament but it is something special that you have to see to believe it. Arived in Torino I decided to choose. Or stadio delli Alpi, or visiting the city centre. Because I don't like the way the route is signed out in Italy. And what do you think, am I joachim Vercaigne oir not. Of course I chosen the Old Glorz of the oldest football club in Italy. Stadio delli Alpi. They dont play there anymore, it is not beautifull, and it never was full with people but I wanted to see it once in my life.
So I am driving on a big road. A man in the car next to me is also waiting for the trafic lights to jump on green. His window was open and I asked the direction of the stadium. But the lights jump on green, the car behind him alreadz tromping. The man brings his head outside the car, his hand in the air. He wants to go to Delli Alpi he screamed that everybody could hear it. He said, come on, folloy me, I bring you there. A smile on my face, Italians, crazy about football, that's what I like.
With the scooter you stands always before the cars to wait for the traffic lights. And iut seems to me that the cars behind dont focus on the lights to be fast to accelerate, but they wants to tromp bewfore you have the time to accelerate. Unbelieveable.
But the most crazy thing I ever faced had still to come. I visited the centre of Milano after visiting the San Siro or Guisepp Meazza stadium. But I wanted to leave the centre at six o clock in the evening. Full of trafic, I never saw it before. After 1500 km on a scooter you feel safe and you use the thing where the people buy it for. To travel fast where the car is no option, the city centre. Where the Vespa is the king, I decided to drive like an Italian. The nice thing is that everybody thinks I am a Spaniard. I ask everything in Spanish because the two languages have a lot in comon. Thank you dad to always telling me how imnportant languages are, I realised it. But like a real Italian I crossed from the left side of the road to the other side, overtaking on the right side and I have to say, it was a uniaue experience that I maybe never can do anymore. But also, I liked it.
But the weather in Italz was also not my frind. I installed my tent on a Camping in Lecco and it started raining. No problemes I tought untill I realised it rains inside my tent. I cursed like a real spaniard and the man who ownes the camping came by. I tought, look now, a person with solidarity. Yeah right, in my dreams, he was fast to arange a bungalow for me, fifty euro's a night. I said you fucking bastard, I prefer to wait in the toilettes till the rain is over, but i don't pax you fifty euro. I praid to God that the rain would stop. He heard me, I could start drying my tent, and start sleeping. Prepared to escape when the rain started again. Another experience who gives the We Ride Against Cancer tour some extra colour. I like it, fool, loco or totally crazy. It doesn't mather for me.
So I am driving on a big road. A man in the car next to me is also waiting for the trafic lights to jump on green. His window was open and I asked the direction of the stadium. But the lights jump on green, the car behind him alreadz tromping. The man brings his head outside the car, his hand in the air. He wants to go to Delli Alpi he screamed that everybody could hear it. He said, come on, folloy me, I bring you there. A smile on my face, Italians, crazy about football, that's what I like.
With the scooter you stands always before the cars to wait for the traffic lights. And iut seems to me that the cars behind dont focus on the lights to be fast to accelerate, but they wants to tromp bewfore you have the time to accelerate. Unbelieveable.
But the most crazy thing I ever faced had still to come. I visited the centre of Milano after visiting the San Siro or Guisepp Meazza stadium. But I wanted to leave the centre at six o clock in the evening. Full of trafic, I never saw it before. After 1500 km on a scooter you feel safe and you use the thing where the people buy it for. To travel fast where the car is no option, the city centre. Where the Vespa is the king, I decided to drive like an Italian. The nice thing is that everybody thinks I am a Spaniard. I ask everything in Spanish because the two languages have a lot in comon. Thank you dad to always telling me how imnportant languages are, I realised it. But like a real Italian I crossed from the left side of the road to the other side, overtaking on the right side and I have to say, it was a uniaue experience that I maybe never can do anymore. But also, I liked it.
But the weather in Italz was also not my frind. I installed my tent on a Camping in Lecco and it started raining. No problemes I tought untill I realised it rains inside my tent. I cursed like a real spaniard and the man who ownes the camping came by. I tought, look now, a person with solidarity. Yeah right, in my dreams, he was fast to arange a bungalow for me, fifty euro's a night. I said you fucking bastard, I prefer to wait in the toilettes till the rain is over, but i don't pax you fifty euro. I praid to God that the rain would stop. He heard me, I could start drying my tent, and start sleeping. Prepared to escape when the rain started again. Another experience who gives the We Ride Against Cancer tour some extra colour. I like it, fool, loco or totally crazy. It doesn't mather for me.
Nyons - Torino
I left the camping quite early for a day with excellent weather. If i start drive to early it is to cold to drive. But that day it was perfect. The wind was already hot, I drove in a T-shirt in the direction of Torino. My last day France for a while, crossing the Alps. The only thing what bothered me was the reaction of my scooter in the Alps. He had hard times and the maximum speed was in moments 25 kilometres an hour but we survived it. The slow speed gave me the time to look around. Goiing down whas another thing. For an addicted person to speed it were nice times but no time to look around. I am going faster than cars downhill, but I enjoyed it. But lady luck didnt smile at me at the other side of The Alps. The hell was opening his doors and I couldnt do anything else than hiding for heavy rain and thunder. A camping was no option. A nice but cheap hotel was the only solution I had. But there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the hotel. It was a very big hotel but I was the only one around. I want to speak with the people but I couldnt. Being aloine the whole day ling is sometimes hard for me. But it makes me stronger and that is a motivation to go on. I didnt make Torino but I was close to stadio delli Alpi.
When God created heaven...
I have to say, now I have the time to post everything I already wrote, this road trip is the best that happend in my life. I also realise that I did it all by myself to ralize it. It is a message to all the young people out there, take the chances you get in life, because life is to short to waste time and to let chances slip away.
Anyway, I think, when God was creating heaven, he was driving a scooter the route I did from place X to Torino. Driving true the Petite Camargue and seeing the wild horses run in the fields. Zou can look as far as yourt eyes can reach. 35 dedgrees, the wind blows true your hair, some good music in your ears, the max. And I realised that solidarity is nothing of this world anymore. Nobody wanted to9 help me and I decided to not have stress anymore. I bought a tent and I was sure of a sleeping place the next dazs. Just drive with mz scooter where the wind took me. And that brought me to the beautifull Nimes. I never was there before and I have to say I was impressed by the beauty. I visited the Arena, Maison Carre who actually is an old temple and the fountain parc. I didnt care about time, why should I, the only fixed day on my route is the 27th of June and God I am sure I will be there, I don't to mis a thing. So around noon I looked to the map and decided to take the way to Avignon for a quick visit to the city centre and the palace of the pope. But not before seeing Pont du Gard. I looked already to see a liitle bit of the old water bnridge, but I couldnt see it. And just when te Gladiator music was playing on my Go Gear I saw the impressionant bridge. The only word I could bring out was Joder. Forgive me but I still curse in spanish and I think I will alwaxs do. But I couldnt believe that people more than thousands of zears ago where able to build such a thing. History was for a reason the onlzy course I was good in at school exept physical education. After drinking a cola in a bar where people believed I was a fool to go with the scooter to Belgium I also left Avignon. When thez heard that I already cam from Barcelona the whole street had to hear it. I tought if that is the support you have, I leave you guys. And that was what I did. I crossed the wine fields and passed by the Mount Ventoux to make my stop in Nyons. I found a quiet camping and I instaqlled my tent. The oyner of the camping was impressed by the project and offered me some free beers. I said to him, man you just made my day. Because it was the only thing what was missing to make the day perfect and ooh, it was perfect. Music, the ever changing beautifull landscapes, realising how happy you are and that you have the possibilities to live your life makes you forgett all the shit in this world.
I am so sorry that I have to post this no and couldnt do it earlier, but finding internet is the most difficult thing on the trip. But I am very fine and having the time of my life. I hope you all have the same.
Ciao,
Joachim
Anyway, I think, when God was creating heaven, he was driving a scooter the route I did from place X to Torino. Driving true the Petite Camargue and seeing the wild horses run in the fields. Zou can look as far as yourt eyes can reach. 35 dedgrees, the wind blows true your hair, some good music in your ears, the max. And I realised that solidarity is nothing of this world anymore. Nobody wanted to9 help me and I decided to not have stress anymore. I bought a tent and I was sure of a sleeping place the next dazs. Just drive with mz scooter where the wind took me. And that brought me to the beautifull Nimes. I never was there before and I have to say I was impressed by the beauty. I visited the Arena, Maison Carre who actually is an old temple and the fountain parc. I didnt care about time, why should I, the only fixed day on my route is the 27th of June and God I am sure I will be there, I don't to mis a thing. So around noon I looked to the map and decided to take the way to Avignon for a quick visit to the city centre and the palace of the pope. But not before seeing Pont du Gard. I looked already to see a liitle bit of the old water bnridge, but I couldnt see it. And just when te Gladiator music was playing on my Go Gear I saw the impressionant bridge. The only word I could bring out was Joder. Forgive me but I still curse in spanish and I think I will alwaxs do. But I couldnt believe that people more than thousands of zears ago where able to build such a thing. History was for a reason the onlzy course I was good in at school exept physical education. After drinking a cola in a bar where people believed I was a fool to go with the scooter to Belgium I also left Avignon. When thez heard that I already cam from Barcelona the whole street had to hear it. I tought if that is the support you have, I leave you guys. And that was what I did. I crossed the wine fields and passed by the Mount Ventoux to make my stop in Nyons. I found a quiet camping and I instaqlled my tent. The oyner of the camping was impressed by the project and offered me some free beers. I said to him, man you just made my day. Because it was the only thing what was missing to make the day perfect and ooh, it was perfect. Music, the ever changing beautifull landscapes, realising how happy you are and that you have the possibilities to live your life makes you forgett all the shit in this world.
I am so sorry that I have to post this no and couldnt do it earlier, but finding internet is the most difficult thing on the trip. But I am very fine and having the time of my life. I hope you all have the same.
Ciao,
Joachim
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