Some people know exactly where they’re going and some don’t. I have never ridden with a plan and and so I don’t have any real way to know if things are running according to it.
I had thought for a while that I might ride my bike north from Brazil, via Argentina and Paraguay, ending up in Venezula, perhaps by way of Suriname, Guyana and French Guyana. That would have given my America experience a superficial air of completeness. But when my time finally came to leave Brazil, I found that it wasn’t what I really wanted to do.
You’d be right in thinking that you haven’t seen much about cycling here on this blog for while. And I guess we might have to talk about that eventually. But trust me, bicycles and the people who love them are still an important part of my life.
And then finally I put my bike in a box and flew to Sydney.