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Originally Posted by MichelleS
5. Between bank stuff ups and my own lack of funds, I have a huge credit card bill
6. And, well, 'normal' life just seems so dull.
How do you cope with 'settling in' again once you've had that nice shower, and your kit is all washed?
A bored and depressed adventure motorbiker,
Michelle
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Have you any aspirations to pursue at all? A career in something that would blow your skirt up and NOT make you gag? Is there anything at all worth living and working towards, other than bike travel? Any skills, degree's, talents and such that are unique and marketable?
Could you see yourself living abroad for good? Can you parlay Adventure riding into a paying endeavor a la Lois On The Loose? (uh, bit of competition last I checked) And How's that work in your 60's?
And if you keep traveling, what would you do once you achieve Nirvana? Do you have a goal regards travel?
That's the part I had trouble with.
I discovered "paradise" several times in my travels, and stayed for years in some cases. I got bored. It was too easy. Too perfect. Too nice.
In 1972 I started traveling in Mexico and Central America. Lots of surfing and hanging out. I imported stuff in both directions to make traveling money. Worked very well for about three years. (no, not dope

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I sold off everything to start, gave up my house. Just a storage space to hold a few keep sakes and my bike. For the next seven years I traveled in search of inspiration, Nirvana and the Garden of Eden. In my 3rd year of travel I blagged a job in the Antarctic from some guys I'd met in Ushuaia. You like adventure? Go work on the ice for two years. Down there we made some films which rekindled my interest in film production.(I had taken film classes briefly at UCLA) So this lucky break was kind of life changing.
Once back home I went through what you're going through.... but I knew I didn't want to travel any more. (I even made a crappy Super 8 film about this depression and indecision, which included spectacular aerial footage from the Antarctic. (the only good part!)
I bummed around California a while, worked in radio and played in bands (which I had done when I was very young) Bands suck and don't pay and the whole business side are liars and crooks.
Somehow ended up doing sound for movies and TV. I liked it and I didn't suck at it. And the checks always cleared the bank. I've done it for the last 20 years and now only work occasionaly on worth while documentaries and small feature films.
One reason I got into this type of work was the travel. Doing documentaries has allowed me to see a lot of the world....and get paid well doing it. All over the US, Latin America, Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand, Ghana, Ethopia, Sudan, Italy, Germany, Holland, France, Spain and more.
Back in my travel years in Latin America I was on a constant search for the Garden of Eden. I found several. I noted these as possible future homes or places of refuge if the USA crumbled..... I am now exercising that option. The walls are coming down here soon, and elsewhere. Take cover. Buy Gold.
Forget your boyfriend. Do something for yourself, something you could be good at and something that's fun. Don't avoid hard work if the product is
something to be marginally proud of.
Hey, I know! Join the Marines!
Patrick