The Wordsmith

Last night, I met a man who travelled 30,000 kilometres on his motorcycle, from the southernmost tip of a continent northwards until the road ends.

He had the most beautiful inspiring amazing photos. There were so many aspects of his stories that captured the imagination, from the lonely old man who cried to camping out in sub-zero temperatures, to playing peek-a-boo with grizzly bears.

But what really had me was that solitude he embraced in that journey. That divine joy of having nothing but your own company, the road and the open sky.

For that, I would seek to the ends of the earth.

Oh and yes, I want a Yamaha XT too.