I have had a second day of rest so now I should be ready to get through another stretch, but still I am not entirely positive about getting up in the morning. I am scared my bum is going to deteriorate again and I am unsure of my level of commitment to my goal. I think having doubts about my journey will be a constant and natural part of the journey. I can’t expect the trip to be anything other than what it is: riding a bike long distances through many places of no special interest. I need to suck it up and get on with it. Still, that question sneaks in: Why do it? Why bother? The answer comes and goes. Sometimes it is so clear to me I am deliriously happy with life. At other times it is so far away that I can’t hope to find it and I just want to go home. I guess what it comes down to is that when I find myself spending time in nondescript towns in foreign places (like I am now), it is easy to feel a bit lost.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||10,393km|