Coast to Coast

Cabo da Roca (Portugal), 08.12.2013

The Eurasian land mass spans approx. 13.000 km as the crow flies from Vladivostok, Russia, to the westernmost tip of Portugal at Cabo da Roca. From here further to the west, New England, Long Island and New York City are pretty much the next stops. Today I reached this point after 29.000km by car in 72 days. Net of the “take it easy” days back in Europe, it took me around 50-55 days to cross the two continents. Continue reading “Coast to Coast”

Encore! To Lisbon

Lisbon (Portugal), 01.12.2013

At 05:30 in the morning a crying baby woke me up, shortly after the sibling joined in, and the morning in casa Wit started. The previous night my friend Alex and I had celebrated my return the Spanish way: with two bottles of wine, some delicious almejas, tender carabineros, a juicy steak and several chupitos of licor de hierbas at the end, at what is probably the best seafood bar in town. For the first time in months I woke up with no headache after that much alcohol. Welcome back to Madrid! Continue reading “Encore! To Lisbon”

Final destination: Madrid

Madrid (Spain), 27.11.2013

As much as I tried to postpone this moment, this afternoon I had to get back into the car for the last time on this journey, push the “start/stop” button, and get on the road for the last leg of Eurasia 2013. Shortly after lunchtime I slowly drove out of the garage on the Paseo de Colón into the bright sunshine of this cold november day, and left Barcelona. Continue reading “Final destination: Madrid”

Sunny Barcelona

Barcelona (Spain), 27.11.2013

Spain welcomed me with one of its more beautiful sides. As I left my hotel in the morning, bright sunshine welcomed me, it was a fresh clear day. I strolled through the Gótico and Born districts to a café I like to go to in Barcelona, where I had a long breakfast, chilling, reading, writing, and preparing my time in town. Continue reading “Sunny Barcelona”

Back to Spain

Barcelona (Spain), 25.11.2013

225 days after leaving Spain on a sunny April morning, now came the day to get back. In the morning I packed the car and left Milan in bright sunshine. In no time I was on the motorway towards Genova and spent two hours to reach the border with France. Roads were excellent, traffic very light, weather good – perfect driving conditions. Starting my descent towards the Mediterranean, at some point a valley opened up in front of me, the sea at the end of it, a thick white cloud over the scene, and the sun made the water sparkle, while some white sails moved slowly on the horizon. I wanted to take pictures, but the narrow motorway didn’t allow for a stop. Continue reading “Back to Spain”


Milan (Italy), 25.11.2013

Born in Rome, the dislike of Milan has sort of been built into my DNA since childhood. After I got over this silly division with the years, I still never managed to get along with the city, even when I partially lived there for some time. Since this journey had changed my way of visiting and seeing places I thought I’d give Milan another try this time. There were a lot of friends to see again, that had kept contact throughout these months on the road by all means of digital communication to a point that even in the middle of the Mongolian steppe I was kept up to date on the latest developments in town. Continue reading “Milano”

Central Italy

Milan (Italy), 20.11.2013

The motorway from Rome to Milan is a straight and comfortable ride through an initially very beautiful land and on impeccable roads. I left Rome in the morning after rush hour and was astonished to reach the motorway just 15-20 minutes, usually this takes a lot longer. Weather was OK, and the first 1,5h went by quickly. After many months of driving on anything from bad to nonexistent roads, driving through Italy seemed like a driver’s paradise. Continue reading “Central Italy”

The Eternal City

Rome (Italy), 19.11.2013

Although I spent several days in Rome, it is difficult for me to write about it. Everything here was familiar, the city had barely changed in the last two decades, and after months of daily discoveries of new places and people I struggled to accept the return to a known world. I kept looking around like I did in so many other places, to see things I didn’t know and analyse the environment. And I found the love and despair I have always witnessed in the Eternal City. Continue reading “The Eternal City”


Rome (Italy), 13.11.2013

As the Italian mainland came in sight I woke up on an uncomfortable bench in the ferry’s saloon. Around me some people were still sleeping while the kitchen crew started its preparations for breakfast. A cappuccino at the bar helped staring the day. Outside a fresh but not cold wind welcomed me. Industial chimneys were the first buildings on the shore to stand out. The docking procedures lasted not too long before the handful of cars drove off the ship onto the Brindisi port. At the port’s gates, a customs official asked me a few questions, but got confused by my accounts of where I was from, the journey I did and where I was heading to. Continue reading “Mezzogiorno”

The Gods’ Anger Over the Peloponnese

Patras (Greece), 12.11.2013

Almost 20 years ago, on one of my first tours by car, I had visited the heartland of Greece, the Peloponnese. That trip had left many impressions in me, among them the love for Greece and its culture, and it got me hooked to exploring places on four wheels. I remember the simple villages I had crossed, every valley had natural beauty and archeological sights on offer, roadside tavernas were great for a rustic lunch and a refreshment during the heat of the day. Now, on my way back, instead of just driving from Athens to Patras in a couple of hours to take the ferry, I had planned to spend two days exploring this relatively small peninsula full of history. Continue reading “The Gods’ Anger Over the Peloponnese”

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