July 12 , 2016
After a year on the road, I am taking some time off from this amazing journey. It’s time to take a break, consider my future travel plans, and future life plans for that matter.
I had hoped to get through Russia, Mongolia, and SouthEast Asia before taking a break. But this trip has never been about adhering to plans.
I’m headed to a place where you can buy meat and vegetables in the same store, although it may be a bit longer walk from “home” to get there.
Or buy motorcycle tires and inner tubes in the same store, though it still may be easier to ship them in.
Where “public transportation” is not defined by a mini-van, a Chicken Bus, or a tuk-tuk.
Where “private transportation” is not defined by a bicycle, or a donkey.
Where “highway” means the road is paved, and “paved” means the road is in a condition that can be driven by a regular car at speed, without fear of being swallowed by a pothole, or suddenly and without warning ending in a gravel or dirt or sand footpath.
Where the distance to the next town is measured in kilometers or miles, not the number of tribes you pass through.
On the other hand, I am also going to a place where people are not as open and welcoming.
Where people consider their options and the ramifications before offering to do something for you.
Where “free wifi” is an advertising slogan, not a given, and it’s only “free” because the hidden cost was added into something else you got charged for.
Where ten dollar hotel rooms are either unheard of, or unseemly.
Where you are rushed through a dinner at a restaurant in order to “turn” the table, rather than invited for the evening.
Where having someone else fill your vehicle with fuel is either non-existent, or considered an extravagance, rather than the norm.
And where the most important invention in Western architecture — the toilet paper roll holder — is a standard fixture in restrooms.
So what I’m saying is, there is no one perfect place. At least I haven’t found it yet. I’ll let you decide where this place is. I’m not sure yet how long I’ll stay. I’ve learned to take things one day at a time. If I like it, I may stay longer. But one thing is for sure: within a very short time, I’ll be planning the next leg of the journey, and looking forward to the road. I am addicted to this lifestyle and the stress-free life it has given me.
Thanks for following along. I hope I have inspired you to pursue your own dreams, regardless of where, how, or the means of transportation. If you need more motivation, don’t hesitate to email me, or better yet, come visit, take a ride with me, and we can discuss what it’s like to ride the world, what it takes, and how to get there.
And if your dream sounds like one of my own, maybe I’ll see you down the road.
Life’s too short. If not now, when?
To be continued…