Holding our breath...        India dec. 05

With the sounds of tablas echoing in our heads, we make our way towards Bihar, one of the poorest, most populous and dangerous states of India. Three days ago, a shooting took place in one of the towns we need to cross. People warned us: “Never stop, do not take any detours and most of all, stop biking before sunset”… Not very reassuring! Admittedly, as we made our way into Bihar, we could feel the difference. Here, more than anywhere else, men and women have to fight for their survival.

But it is no thieves, armed groups or revolutionaries that we met on the road, rather thousands of smiles, eyes with exclamation marks in it (or interrogation marks!?) and  people so curious that they were uncontrollable.

  Every day, India unveiled itself with new faces, different manners and customs. We were now so used to deal with the difference and the unusual that almost nothing surprised us anymore. Then, as we biked, we started to smell the ocean breeze, to see palm trees, and to understand that our journey was coming to an end… 

And curiously, it is few hundreds of kilometers away from the arrival point that  we started to feel joy, accomplishment.

7951 kilometers… already? Us, who didn’t know anything about cycling in the beginning! But the adventure doesn’t stop here, oh no! We wanted more than ever to continue. In our every day life, of course, with all these new projects we created, and more than everything, by accomplishing this dream… this dream to share, with the images we took, our values, our ideas, our ideals to as many people as possible...