Arriving in alaska.

White as snow is the albino beaver that greets me into Alaska.

Sadly, it is behind a display and not moving a limb.

Today is the day my trip ‘officially’ begins.

No more prepping.

It’s go time.

Anchorage feels spread out; wide streets, low buildings and ice-capped mountains in the distance.

Time to lay my weary head to rest.

Today, I’ll be going to customs to clear my motorcycle myself.

Papers, check.

Insurance, check.

Excited, check.

After explaining my situation - I shipped my own motorcycle from the Netherlands over by plane - my motorcycle gets cleared.

Interesting to see how customs always makes you feel like you’re doing something illegal.

Nevertheless, I am the first one of the season to pick up their shipped motorcycle.

I get why - my hands are getting cold - as thick clouds are packing together in the distance.

Uncrating Kubo is an amazing gift.

A DIY crate with all my gear and the motorcycle - stuck in a box since one-and-a-half month - that I need to ‘unwrap’.

I hope the engine starts.

Today was exciting, scary, and amazing all together.

I cleared the motorcycle, uncrated it, drove around town, whilst all being in a far away country.

Succesfull day, check.