I can definitely relate Ted. To be honest I was going to motorcycle to Ireland but can't even be bothered buying a bike. I think it takes a lot of cosmic coincidence to be end up in a different country on a motorcycle living the dream. Some would say discipline and will power but really I honestly feel rather like life is something that happened to me, rather than me doing it. Maybe I'm just very lucky? Coming back to the UK now after a life changing trip over 3 years in South America on my motorcycle (and years of backpacking around India, Asia, etc), it's odd that most of my friends have children, mortgages and talk about house prices etc. Still, none of it seems too bad. Walks in the country on the weekend and pub lunches, seeing family and friends and the odd holiday here and there. One thing I have learnt is that being from a EU country really doesn't leave you too much to complain about once you've spent time in countries where searching for scraps in rubbish dumps or prostitution is about the best many could hope for... And yet nothing quite excites me as the idea of flying to Capetown and buying a 125 and riding it home, or cycling to Mongolia! There has to be some way to balance all this out, let me know if you find it out la!
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