A Voyage in the East

There is nothing like the open road. A beautiful sunny day. The lush countryside zipping past you at 60 kilometers an hour. The breezy tropical air running through your hair. 125 ccs of pure power between your legs. A beautiful blonde holding onto you (okay sadly not in this case but a beautiful piece of imagery nonetheless.) Riding to the top of mountains to see beautiful vistas (mostly of coves where I earlier went diving.) Relaxing at a secluded restaurant to have a beer, which thankfully was chilled because it had been kept in a fridge like it should be, even if it is going to stay there for months and take up space because there is no one there currently to drink it. Towards the end of my journey the monsoon rains hit. That turned out to be no problem because I actually have Fernando Alonso's skills when it comes to handling a vehicle in the wet. I was zipping between the trucks lumbering down the road. It was - to steal a phrase from the Brits (so myself really) - jolly good fun. It was good practice for that summer when I am going to buy a motorbike and retrace Che's famous drive through South America!