Reliving the journey through photographic moments and literate descriptions made me feel like I was there. If truth be told, I felt a waft of sadness that this experience was gone, like loosing a loved one. Sad that I didn't spend more time appreciating all of this moments that are clearly part of my soul.
Haggling a with perfume vendor in Cairo (don't ask), time trialing up the Blue Nile Gorge, Gerald falling into a pile of his own shit, a warm bottle of coke, taking a day end bath under a water pump, sitting around with fellow riders after a long day, bush camp, and I feel myself getting sucked right back into the infinite list of memories...I could almost write a book! Maybe I could live in those memories....
But Im left with a question that my friend Gauro asked me last week. "What is your next adventure"?
There have been adventures since the Tour d'Afrique, but the question stands and in contemplation I must first define this word "Adventure"!