I am currently sitting in a hotel room in Bogotá, Colombia. The South American portion of this trip is coming to an end, and we will head to the shippers to crate the bikes the day after tomorrow. It feels so strange that what has become the norm--riding everyday and seeing new things--will soon be a part of the past.
Earlier today, I read over one of my previous blog posts (Bolivia) and then looked back over the list of the posts from this trip. It was astounding to me that I managed to publish eight posts in the first month. That may have been a bit of false advertising, and I apologize for that.
I still have so much to write about concerning this trip. Though I wish I could have written everything down immediately after it happened, there are very good reasons I didn't. I know that writing things down so long after they occurred--I started Antarcticain January, but have yet to finish it--will lose some of the crisp details and even some of the things I thought, at the moment they happened, would be so great to share.
So why didn't I "just buckle down" every day and write? To be honest, I spent a lot of time just enjoying. In the same way, I probably missed photographing things people would have loved to have seen, but I wanted to be living them out loud, not from behind a camera. One other reason is that quite often, at the end of the day, I was exhausted. Some of the riding has been physically exhausting. Some of it has been mentally exhausting as well. And many days, I feel wiped out from struggling to communicate with people in a language I am not fluent in.
The last reason is pretty simple. I don't have to. This is not my job, and I don't have a deadline. On days I am tired, it is often easier to pick up and read a book, rather than write one.
But, as I said earlier, I still have a lot to share. Even if there are only two of you reading this, I will happily write it for the two of you. And, of course, I will be writing it for me--for those days when I don't remember what I did in my early forties!