The demotion from demi god to mere mortal is complete with the switching off of the motorbike engine in my driveway.
While solo travel on a motorbike is humbling there is also a feeling of being an ‘arrogant monkey’ thumbing its nose at the elements with technology and determination.
Now… home feels a little small… and banal problems of life await my attention. Cest la vie, eh.
There was a bit of a blurring between flopping on a couch for well needed rest and a flopping feeling of depression. The two sensations were switching back and forth like a two dimensional drawing of a cube. Which way is up? Today I feel much better and am ready to get back to building a city life for myself again.
My mothers heath is much better and she was released from the hospital the day of my arrival. It was nice to hold her and feel love.
There were times on the trip when I felt like it was the most sublime thing I had ever done in my life. Other times I felt foolish and escapist. Well, I’m going to let all these feelings and perspectives stew for a while and see what comes out of it.
As a beta test for world travel it felt like a small baby step.
I like framing 17,000 km (10,000 miles) of motorbiking as a baby step.
That feels right.