Sunday, woke up feeling way off emotionally. The news from yesterday finally sunk in. Even my morning Mojo, my coffee, failed to give me the usual positive jolt.
Feel the urge to keep a more or less daily journal of a pilgrimage, an inner and outer Adventure that I’m on. I’m circling the world by…
Monday morning brought the unwelcome news that my disk clutch will need to be replaced. Marmadue (sounds like Marmaduke without the K), the kind owner of Mad Bikes…
Finally, finally, finally… escaped Addis Ababa. I’d been there around 15, maybe 20 days, when originally it was to be 3 days tops. That’s the way these journeys go…
Strange intense dreams. Sometimes I’m much younger in these dreams. Sometimes my age. Often they’ll revolve around material security and the lack of it. Or efforts to pass a college…
Magnifique! I arrived at the airport and my 2 fixers had done all the work. The carnet de passage (a document used to import motorcycles temporarily into countries one’s visiting) was…
Woke up to a lavish breakfast spread put on by the surprisingly (as it doesn’t look like much from the outside) hip and excellent Hotel Internationale. An awful location as you…