De meest gestelde vraag die ik krijg is: waarom de fiets nemen als er snellere en comfortabelere vervoersmiddelen zijn? Deze blog gaat proberen die vraag te beantwoorden.

The cycle treatise

 

Why I Bikepack

There is something profound about carrying everything you need to survive.
A quiet liberation comes from knowing that your shelter, your warmth, your food, your safety — your home — moves with you.

When everything you need is attached to your body, fear loosens its grip. You can move or stop. Turn left or right. Look down, look up. Swerve, skid, push, ride. You can eat, talk, wave, blink, even high-five — all while knowing you are self-contained. When your home is with you, you are never truly lost.

As a bicycle tourer, you stop being a tourist. You’re no longer sitting in the back seat, insulated and observing the world through glass. You become part of it. You accept whatever it offers — wind, hail, mud, heat, cold, even the occasional piece of fruit thrown your way — and you move forward because forward is the only direction that makes sense.

This kind of travel will make you shiver, cry, and smile — often on the same day. That is the journey.

Of course, there are other ways to travel. You can step off the bike, lie on a beach, hold a margarita in one hand and a coconut in the other. I enjoy that too — just not for very long. What I experience in half a day on the bike often equals a week spent still.

In fifteen minutes of cycling at 30 km/h, you might pass a woman hanging sheets, a pig being slaughtered, a waterfall, children waving from horseback. You hear dogs barking, birds calling, tyres humming, water falling, unfamiliar languages drifting through the air.

What is life, if not experiencing the world we live in?

Movement sharpens the senses. You feel, taste, smell, touch, and see everything around you. That isn’t just visiting a place — it’s living inside it. And when you experience so much in such a short span of time, you begin to understand that travel is a form of time travel.

If time is relative, then motion matters. A person who walks to work moves at roughly 3 km/h. A cyclist averages 20 km/h or more — sensing more of the world as it passes. Yes, there are faster, cheaper, motorized ways to travel. But in a vehicle, you become an observer again. A spectator.

On a bike, you must endure fatigue, heat, cold, rain, dryness, humidity. You depend on the land, the weather, and the kindness of strangers. That reliance — that vulnerability — is what transforms movement into travel.

The bicycle is slow enough to let the world pass without losing it. And because every kilometer requires your own energy, the rewards are greater. Food tastes better. Sleep comes deeper. Drinks are sweeter. Strangers are kinder. And, perhaps most importantly, you learn to treat your own body with respect.

That is why I bikepack.