This blog is about bicycles. No, it’s about adventure. What is this trip really about anyway? As with anything in life, we’ve chosen to do this because we feel we need to. Simple. After three years of grad school – stress, intermittent social lives, the deadly combination of forced inactivity and the dull, boring glow of a computer screen – we felt compelled to take a journey. In fact we’ve been looking forward to this adventure ever since we started the landscape architecture program at UC Berkeley. Any design school graduate will sympathize with this.
For the next 6 months, we will exist out of waterproof bags, attached to a steel frame, supported by two wheels, and moving forward on muscle power. Our lives are on the road now, and the only daily constant, the only thing we know, is that these wheels will move us farther down that road each day.
And so it begins, the first day of our trip. Leg 1, ready?…. Go. Flight to Ho Chi Minh City departs in an hour. Running on 2 hours of sleep.
The past 4 weeks of stress preparing for this journey has been building to this day of release. We moved out of the house we called home for the past 3 years. We sold and gave away much of our possessions and folded the rest into a small storage space. We travel now without a home address. We said our painful goodbyes to the people we love. We rebuilt and overhauled and then disassembled our bikes. They sit now in cardboard boxes, ready to fly.