Adventures by country
Adventures by date
Oh-ee, it’s the RV life for me During our “walkabout” year in Australia we lived in a small motor home named Hermie. Starting in Melbourne, we hustled to get our new home on wheels together; upgrading to massive solar panels and batteries to support our tech, fiberglass patching, painting, packing, unpacking, repacking… and enjoying acro … Read More
Why are we here? To learn more about why and how we got to the island at the end of the world check out: Finding hearth and home in Newfoundland As a respite from our nomadic roaming we settled down in the friendly city of St. John’s Newfoundland for 2 months in late fall of … Read More
Newfoundland is a land of rugged beauty and happily coexistent contradictions. Alpine lakes at sea level. Dull gray days and bright multicolored houses. Weather that shifts from Florida-like heat and humidity to crisp glacial breezes in a day. The freshest, cleanest fish oftentimes battered and deep fried. Huge icebergs dwarfing tiny hamlets. We could go on and on.
Living a placeless existence has its abundance of charms and its remarkable tolls. With a lively infusion of playful acrobatics in our lives, we’ve continued to stay well connected, introduced countless folks to the practice, and unlocked numerous adventures that we would never have had along the way otherwise. Additionally, we’ve found that when connecting with most other practitioners, we share an immediate human bond transcending the practice itself that expands our optionality by significant orders of magnitude.
As our conversation meanders, we talk about travel, our website, and about our life path of leaving Seattle at the beginning of the year to travel until we find a place that we might feel at home in. We share our travel card and website with Jansen which strikes a congenial chord. One thing leads to another and he says, “You guys are incredibly brave. I love your story and would love for you to take a pair of bikes out to explore the city while you’re in town!”
We came to learn of Velo Transit shortly after moving in to our Old Rainier Brewery space down in the SoDo industrial district of Seattle south-east of the sports stadiums. Steadfastly positioned out front of one of our neighboring buildings was a mannequin in a rain jacket and a backpack which you can only drive past so many times without scratching the itch of curiosity. Scoping the vicinity online led me to their company’s website and by the time I ventured over in person, they were gone! Gasp!!
Today the unthinkable happened! Somehow a bee, or some other stinging Southeast Asian monster bug, flew into the finger whole of my gas hand while I was speeding around a curve! Surprised, I’m sure, the hapless bee proceeded to sting the ever loving shit out of my finger.
Arriving in a new city has been a consistently bittersweet experience for us. Each has its own unique feel, from the exuberance we’ve felt reaching a destination we’ve read great things about to the delirious emotional void while simply trying find a halfway comfortable horizontal surface to flump upon. Luang Prabang was fertile ground to germinate our appreciation of Laos at the conclusion of our four day motorbike journey.
When considering our next destination while in Luang Prabang, northwest into Thailand or south through Vang Vieng to Vientiane were both equally appealing options initially. We had overheard a few stories of there being a boat option either up or down the Mekong River which sounded like a great side-trek to augment the hard riding days ahead.
Thank god it was not a child, thank god it was not a child I thought as I slowed my bike to a safe stop.
Around me the village was in activity, but all had ceased and everyone was looking at me.