We wake up in the middle of the night, because the tent peg of the front apsis disentagled from the ground and the tarpaulin waves wildly. Moe goes outside and tries to burden the pegs with stones.
Everyone, who wants to travel the world by motorcycle, has to begin with the question which motorcycle he should choose. So this year, also we have to find a suitable motorbike for our trip around the world.
There is a strange feeling connected to the thought of saying goodbye to everyone you love and everything you’ve known without knowing when you will return. A bittersweet taste of letting all things go for living under constant uncertainty.