Why ride a bike… the connection to place, to the land, the wind, the sun, stars, the moon… it sounds romantic, but it’s true – the visceral experience of motion, of moving through time on some amazing machine – a few cars touch on it, but not too many compared to motorcycles. I always felt that any motorcycle journey was special – Antoine Predock
I came across this simple burial mound, a heap of earth and stones, now grassed over near Nynas, I can only wonder ‘who’ and ‘why’ this elaborate memorial was originally raised over a grave of an unknown ancient.
I am not sure why I did it… but riding west on the E20 from Skara out of the corner of my eye I saw something in the hillside and rode for a while arriving at Kinne-Vedums. This masterpiece of 12th Century building is as fresh and dominate as the day it was erected by the Master Stonemason Othelric. I wandered a little in the immaculate grounds seeking shade in the shadow of the surrounding trees and took refuge in the quite calm of the cross vaulted ceiling and frescoes from CG Hoijst and Johan Laurell comissioned in 1754. 
“Life on the road is hard. I talked to my bike. It’s a bit crazy, but I talked to it every day, not to abandon me, not to let me down, not to break down, my motorcycle represents my life, more than just a bike”. I though it was just me but this quote is from Cyril Neveu so I guess its normal behaviour from a solo motorcyclist in a strange far away land. If you are planing a trip, long or short my advice is just do it… you will remember the sites you saw and the things you did, they will travel with you forever and if you go… I promise you this… you will not come back the same.
It has taken me a while to write this, what I mean to say is this is a motorcycle travel blog, I am not party political or even religious – but you need to see what I have seen… Auschwitz and Birkenau in south-west Poland. So here we have a place known to us all, renowned for all the wrong reasons, the site of the murder of over one and a quarter million individuals, people like you and me, our wives, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers, 12,000 murders a day. So ask yourself, are you an enemy of the state, a communist, a socialist, a criminal, an engineer, a doctor, educated and professional, a church leader, an immigrant, a Jehovah’s Witness, a gypsy, homosexual, antisocial or Jewish – I would be selected on at least two counts.
