Mongolia

Last hours and last few km in this country! And we already miss it! Mongolia that smells of freedom. Mongolia of pristine...

We like to think we earned wind's respect. And thanks to this new complicity, we rode our longest and most demanding stages.

These last days can be sum up in one word: upwind. Impetuous wind that makes you lose control of the bike. Insistent...

These days are made of contrary wind, of low gear climbs, of tented nights and temperatures below zero, of miles without water...

We take time out. We take time to stop, look around and discover what surrounds us, wonder. We take time out to...

"What emotions, what sense of fullness, what satisfaction. The bike is just what I'm feeling today. It's to be understood...

100 km. Triple digit. Triple effort. Triple happiness. It's snowing and it's cold. But we are grateful to be...

Snow falls. We ride and time seems to slow down. All around us is surrounded by a surreal silence, and by...