I’m forcing myself to go east. Each night when I get to my destination I’m determined to turn round, but I go for a walk and I can’t give up. I’m at war with myself and that means I’ll never win. I’m forever coming up with new coping mechanisms. Things to convince me to carry on.
This is all my fault of course. Believing my own publicity and thinking I’m still 30 years old. I’ve seen a fair few bikes out on the road today but i bet almost all are on one way trips. Maybe going RTW, or riding to a destination and shipping the bikes back. I doubt many are riding out AND back all this way. That would be FUCKING INSANE
I should have given this a lot more thought. I should have put my bike on a train in Moscow to way out east and ridden to “almost madness” from there. That would have been the sensible option. But I’ve never been sensible.
This is all my fault of course. Believing my own publicity and thinking I’m still 30 years old. I’ve seen a fair few bikes out on the road today but i bet almost all are on one way trips. Maybe going RTW, or riding to a destination and shipping the bikes back. I doubt many are riding out AND back all this way. That would be FUCKING INSANE

Proper shoot from the hip, warts and all reporting, I doubt I will get the opportunity to travel as far East in my lifetime, and up to now I was never sure if I would want to, thanks for sharing this with us monkeyboy .