1106 days after my accident in the Moroccan High Atlas, every medical appointment feels a little like a mountain stage: you always hope to catch sight of the summit, while knowing there are still a few tight bends left before you reach it. My today’s consultation with Professor Krause marked precisely one of those important moments in this long journey. After a fresh series of X rays, the assessment was both encouraging and realistic. The first piece of good news is that I
Last week, I focused mainly on the human side of this unexpected adventure: the doubts, the enforced patience, the moments of discouragement, but also the ability to keep moving forward despite everything. Today, it is time to look at the chronology of this journey, which has now lasted exactly three years. Three years during which a single moment in Morocco’s High Atlas turned into a long medical expedition, marked by operations, complications, rehabilitation… and a consider
Three Years Between the Atlas, Operating Theatres and Hope At first, this story was meant to be about motorcycle travel. About dusty roads in Morocco, endless landscapes and small cafés somewhere between the Atlas Mountains and the Atlantic Ocean. About my Honda Africa Twin, the joy of being on the road, and that particular sense of serenity that only long motorcycle journeys can offer. In the spring of 2023, I was on my way to Morocco. After years of planning, postpone
