Since a holiday with my parents to visit family in Botswana (about 25 years ago) I've been dreaming of travelling the world.
But what started as a dream is now slipping through my fingers like the diarrhea I had in Morocco..

Life hadn't been exactly easy for me for the last 9 years.
I had a motorcycle accident in 2004.
Was fired the year after because I needed surgery.
Cheated on my former girlfriend in 2007, because our relationship was missing that extra something.
Turned out she'd been sexually abused by her stepbrother as a 4 year old.
The same year her mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
We (or at least I) tried to cling on to a relationship that wasn't working anymore, 3 years after the breakup was inevitable.
It all had a serious impact on my performance at work, so I got fired again.

At that point I decided it was enough and that I was going to do this motorbike world trip thing.
So last year Marianne and I finally took off on what should have been the biggest achievement in my life.

The plan was to circumnavigate the world in about three years, starting with Africa. West side down,
east side up. We got to Jo'burg. Where we found out the bikes weren't good anymore to finish our trip.
So in December we flew back 'home', bought two 'new' bikes (R100GS) prepared them for the rest of the journey.
And since the the 30th of March we are on the road again. And although it always had been my dream to do it on
a R100GS, I'm NOT enjoying!!! In fact I'm not enjoying riding anymore...
In Albania, while offroading Marianne tumbled of her bike pretty hard. So we went back to Germany, to get some new gear.
Since then we have been pretty unlucky with weather conditions. Bad luck with our visas. Everything seems to be falling apart (tent, boots, etc).
The tar roads in Turkey were boring us. So we recently tried some offroading in Georgia. We had to turn back (once again)
because road conditions were pretty bad, and taking a beating at Marianne's stamina. I almost skidded of the road into a river.
Which got me thinking what the HELL am I doing???

Riding a motorbike always had been my way of clearing my mind, let everything pass by. But now I'm only thinking about how
f**kep up my life is. That I haven't accomplished anything. Also life on the road is getting hard on me.
I'm annoyed by pretty much everything. The careless driving of people. Even though I'm depressed, I sure don't
wanna be killed because of their recklessness. Too many people on this planet, f**king it up at a serious pace.
etc. etc. I've never been very social but notice I'm avoiding contact and conversations...

Right now (after just two months of riding) we are taking a break. Staying on Thassos for a short holiday.
Trying to enjoy, the weather, food, etc. And also decide whether we should continue our not.
But frankly I don't see the point.