I have always dreamed of a motorcycle trip, I always put it on those famous "things to do at least once in a lifetime" lists.It all started from my obsession with "On The Road" travel, cultivated as a child thanks to my father who, in fact, did not like to travel by plane and so ... hours and hours in the car to reach places in Italy and abroad.The face leaning against the window and the passing of time as well as the scenery.The desire to travel grows over the years, and here it is combined with the passion for motorcycles and the opportunity to experience travel under another dimension. On a motorcycle, the road is savored differently, we are exposed to everything, good and bad, and there is something that makes the journey mesmerizing. The right opportunity arose from the proposal of a friend, much more experienced than me, to organize a trip just a stone's throw from my Sicily, but on another continent, and here it was Tunisia.The first time in Africa for me, on a continent other than the West and with a chance to taste the desert, the sand. The Tunisian welcome. Your first sandstorm, the desire to reach Tozeur. P.s.This is an analog work