Just another post-trip reflection. I read an article by a guy who did six months going round Australia on a Yamaha. He said it was the best and the wost thing he had ever done. What he was saying was that the experience was unmissable and utterly amazing but coming down afterwards was hell. Even 10 months on I can relate so well to that sentiment. The trip, even though it was less than 3 weeks haunts me most days. I long to go back, learning from my mistakes and experiences; and yet I doubt I ever will get the chance. It is hard not being there when you have done it and it is almost impossible to imagine exploring any other remote place other than on a bike. "The pain now is part of the happiness then" C.S Lewis
