With my clock ticking toward 30, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when an idea was born: "I'm going to travel the world. On a motorcycle!" I should mention, I didn't own a bike. Actually, I’d never traveled by one. In fact, I didn't even know how to ride. But those were minor details that could easily be fixed.

Five months later I rode off for two years, returning after five and a half. I logged over 111,000 miles, experienced 75 countries, all seven continents, made countless friends and survived a multitude of escapades. In the end, I parked myself in the Guinness Book of World Records.

In short, that's me, a product of the Communist system transformed into a woman of the world. I love living and I adore life, which is probably why I wake up every morning in a good mood.

So welcome! Take a stroll through my virtual world and enjoy. I guarantee it will be the safest adventure you'll ever undertake.