It would appear I may be addicted to my own blog. Does anyone know any numbers I can call for assistance? Does the Priory Clinic accept pining adventure motocyclists or only drug addicted supermodels? Surely there must be a gap in the market for the former! And is anyone actually reading this any more anyway?
I say all this because I must be the only person on Earth now who checks his own blog each day to see if there have been any changes. And all this despite the fact that the sole reason for the blog's existence
is now being spoken about in the past-tense. But it all seems so very surreal as I sit here on yet another dark, cold, miserable, rain-soaked evening in Norway: the memories of the high plains of Bolivia, the rainforests of Central America, the desolation of Ruta 40 in Argentina far behind me. The reality of everyday life is no easy feat after such a trip and I'll be blantantly honest that I've found it tough adjusting to civvy street again. I mean really, what is the point of working from 9 to 5 everyday, or 8 to 4 if you live in Scandinavia? Where does it really get you? All I can say is that it provides the fuel for yet more adventure motorcycling! There are upsides to fulfilling dreams, however. Matt and I got our 15 minutes of fame in the world renowned newspaper Upstream on January 9th 2009. What do you mean you've never heard of it? Read by sheiks and oil barrons the world over it did us the favour of making us look cool when in actual fact we are not! Click on the picture and see what you think. That's it folks, I promise!
