My solo motorcycle tour of 4,000 miles to 14 countries (8new) creating one helluva experience.
I had a revelation this morning.
Another place that is hard to believe is real.
Yesterday I was reminded of the Colin Hay song Beautiful World.
I’d always wanted to visit the Grand Staircase and now I have.
Things would be different, and boy oh boy were they.
He paused briefly before replying, “On a scale or 1-10, I’d say this find is a 13 or 14.”
When he mentioned he was going riding with some buddies in Utah this spring, I made sure to be there.
I received a response from the High Commission of French Polynesia. “Your permission to leave has been denied.” WTF?
Paradise, bliss, heaven, nirvana, whatever you may call it, I was one step closer. Free at last, free at last, God almighty I was free at last. I had discovered Soap Time.
I felt a little like Long Duk Dong trying quiche for the first time in Sixteen Candles.
Travel can be boring and also very lonely. Especially in countries where I don’t speak the language.