Preparing for the trip of a lifetime

Yesterday, riding the 9km to work on my borrowed (read: mildly stolen but will return – thanks Chris) bicycle, not having ridden a bike for 8 years, squinting the whole way against bugs and dirt and the Melbourne wind (who knew you needed to wear glasses to ride a bike?), and being overtaken by a grandpa who glanced at my sweaty, anxious face with sympathy, I couldn’t help laughing at what I was doing. I also had to reprimand myself for not getting into action and starting this blog sooner. Because my life is too bizarre right now to not write about it. Continue reading