Unfortunately my mother has become ill and it necessitates me to return to lend a hand in looking after her. When we are growing up our parents look after, care and nurture us, it is a small thing to ask that we should do some caring for them as they age. The flight is booked for Wednesday morning, by Wednesday 16.20, I will be at Heathrow. Oooo excellent looking forward to the coach back to Oxford.
Each day has been a joy for me, the cold of China, snow on the road , the searing heat of the deserts, the frozen toes, the frozen nose, the lack of water, the early mornings, the beautiful sunrises, the sunsets, the mountains, the lakes, the friends I have met, and the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the………………………….
I have met oh so many people of like minds who have encouraged and supported. Ridden with me, we have thrived off each other’s dreams. Knowing that what we are doing really is an adventure of a lifetime.
Maybe I am destined not to ever be out of UK for more than a year. If I had not been knocked off in June 2011 I would be finishing my trip now.
Obviously by going back to the UK it will break the continuum and if I try to cycle round the world again, I will once again, have to start at the beginning. Third time lucky, maybe. Seldom do the gods allow a 3rd bite at the apple. Seldom do all aspects come together, money, time available, incentive, desire……
Thank you Thank You Thank you to everyone who has helped and supported me and the Multiple Sclerosis charity – Does that mean I have to give all the money back that I have raised as I have returned early.
Guys at Zappis I hope to be with you on a Saturday very soon (After the 6 Nations, let’s get priorities right.) And I need to get a suitable bike.
OH GOD I MIGHT HAVE TO GET A JOB! (I have not worked for 4 or 5 years now) Having said all this there is a slight possibility that I may resume in the near future, but I’m not holding my breath.
The next ‘I’m sleeping here tonight’ spot will be from Oxford.
I cannot describe the feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. If there is something that would drive me back to drinking this is probably it.
I have found something in life, a passion that I can pursue, a ‘raison d’être’, it fulfils my benevolent side; it fulfils my athletic side, it allows me to see the world through different eyes. It is what I do, it is what I am.
When asked ‘What do you do?’ I will no longer be able to say ‘I am cycling around the world’.
And I really hate that.