Letters from AFRICA
It was back in November 2016, the day I just thought ‘I’ve had enough’. I had spent four years in the City and knew that it just wasn’t for me. I was living for Friday nights when I could jump on my bike and ride out of London as fast as my old Transalp would take me.
After months on YouTube watching others live out their dreams I realised I had to do it myself. One thing I had learnt from all my ‘research’ – you don’t need to be talented to ride a motorbike around the world, you just need the courage to take the first step, the rest will follow.
I had saved some money, enough for a deposit on a shabby London flat, but was that what I wanted? To be tied into a mortgage and a job for the next 35 years? No – I wanted my quarter-life crisis! But how, when, where? All I knew was it had to be on two wheels. No other form of transport would give me the freedom or the self-reliance I wanted.
WHICH WAY?
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