2010 was a real bad year for me, had a stroke, went blind (sight returned thankfully), father dying of cancer, losing my house, losing my business - what did I do, go on a motorcycle ride of course!
I left to head to the start point to collect my bike that had shipped in to Ushuaia, Argentina in early March 2011, planning on around 6 months of travel to clear my head...well it didn't exactly pan out like that, I'm still on the road 2670 days later and have no plans to return anytime soon.
Along the way questions are asked -
Why do you do it?
How do you do it?
How do you afford it?
Do you get lonely?
Do you get bored?
Where's your favorite place?
Where's you least favorite place?
Is there anywhere you could have stayed forever?
All the above can be answered in one sentence most of the time and without thinking.
Then one day an older lady is standing by my motorcycle and asks - Do you get remote? Do you really get out there, way out there dozens or hundreds of miles from the nearest person? I think even though she didn't know me she was concerned for my safety!
Now here's a question to make you think...so I'll answer and you can join in with a story or photo. I post one for each year on the road for myself
In 2011 I was in Bolivia high up in the Altiplano and it is remote, there's no life up at 17,000 feet, no air it seems, no vegitation and rarely any rain