1/6/2016
It's a strange year: I knew that the end of 2015 would take me some commitments that would not allow me to travel as I had done in previous years, but in my head spring of 2016 should have been exciting. At least a couple of weeks off between April and June, a motorcycle meeting, planning something special for the summer.
Nothing.
None of this.
Also the short vacation that starts tomorrow is not going anywhere: there would be a Dominator meeting, or maybe a few days on Elba island or in the mountains, or go to meet my friend Dani in Florence.
Nothing, the weather forecasts say no and I am not so much in the mood.
I'm trying since weeks to find the right opportunity to buy a bike with which to visit a second time Mongolia and then Baikal, but nothing. The only offer I have is the one of an Africa Twin at 2500 dollars, which I do not know what the state would be the day he would arrive in Ulaanbaatar, and in any case would be registered in England, with the need for strange things to possess it legally.
Null alternatives, and time is passing, and soon it will be late for anything.
Sabrina is at her parent's house for dinner, as often happens on Wednesday night, I open gtalk and I write to Sambor, my Polish friend:
"Chris, when do you send the next truck to Bishkek? Do you have room for my bike?"
"July 10, for your bike there is always room"
a few s, a bit of skyscanner to understand flight prices, a few hours spent on google maps, and I open gtalk again:
"Chris, if I leave the bike in Tbilisi, then you've got a truck that brings it home?"
"Yes, I have a transportation from Georgia to Europe in September, for your bike there is always room"
Sabrina comes back, I tell her my plan: "why didn't you thinked of that before?"
Let's sleep on it

2/6/2016
I send an email to the people with whom I crossed the wheels in recent years, explaining the program and proposing for those wishing to join.

4/6/2016
The phone rings, is Roberto, with whom we went to Sri Lanka in April last year: "Uncle Sid, I have the holidays, I come with you!"

The journey begins.

I write these lines on the evening of June 5, after 4 days spended in the organization of a trip that last week was not even imaginable, and after many "add to cart" on ebay to buy the parts that I need to put back on track my old Dominator.
If anyone ever read this, it will mean that the trip at the end is really gone ahead.