All I ever wanted to do was ride from London to Cape Town on my motorbike. I failed on my first attempt from London, giving up in Syria after only 11 weeks on the road. For my next attempt I started from Cape Town in 2002 and headed north but gave up after 8 months in Kenya on the Moyale road. I was only 2 days out of Cape Town but was already planning my next (and this) trip.
So here I am again, slightly more organised than before, with a few days to go before I set off for New York and the start of my shopping session in Greenwich and Cape Cod. If that goes really well I'll venture a bit further and head off towards Creel in Mexico for an overland biker's meeting organised by The HUBB on 1st November.
I amazed myself last time by taking eight months to get from Cape Town to Nairobi. I now wish I'd gone further and faster and not spent so long tossing about. However, I had the most amazing time. At least once a week I'd be riding along and suddenly realise how wonderful it was to be alive.
I stopped when I wasn't enjoying myself anymore. What clinched it was even when I saw an amazing sight, I didn't go 'Wow!' but 'Oh yeah, that's another thing I haven't seen before'. I quit while I was still ahead.
There's always the next trip.
28 September 2003
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