I’ve always shouted my love of travel and adventure from the roof top but unless you count the time I rode a Thai elephant and got a fungal disease for my troubles the closest I’ve gotten to a hair-raising expedition is writing about someone elses from the safety of the newsroom.
But that’s all about to change.
The career, the tv, the red couch and the fabulous views from our Gold Coast apartment are about to all go out the window so I can travel the world by bike.
In just 12 weeks my partner Scott and I will sell the fabulous bed, the chic dining table, the slimline tv cabinet and all those lovely shoes and dresses I maxed out my credit card with because I thought they’d make me happy.
Together we’ll quit ur pampered Queensland life and swap a family-sized car and weekends of brunch, markets and movie nights for two steel touring bikes, a couple of maps and the hilly tarmac of the Scottish highlands.
Armed with a tent, a cook set, a ridiculous amount of thermal clothing (we’re Queenslanders where winter means a 22 degree celsius day) we’ll weave our way down to Morocco via Western Europe before wandering over to the Middle East, the Stans, Mongolia and China. From there we’ll fly to Alaska (the second of just two flights we’ll take) and ride across to Canada before meandering down to the End of The World – otherwise known as Ushuaia, Argentina.
I could tell you it’s because my first couple of grey hairs sprouted through just a few months ago or because I’ve spent the last 10 years swapping the chance to travel for a new job prospect or promotion and the truth is it’s now or never.
Or I could tell you it’s because I’ve been obsessed with the idea of a grand old adventure since reading the Hobbit at the age of 12.
But the most simple answer is this. I want to see the world – every intimate part of it. I want to breathe the air of new places, eat the foods off foreign tables, immerse myself in “alien” cultures and unlearn every stereotype of every country I’ve ever heard and see it all first hand. And finally, I want to get to a ripe old age and sit back with not a single regret because I took the chance, backed myself and lived the dream.
I also want to be able to eat like a pig without fear of buying fat pants – hence the cycle option.
So here we are. Just 12 weeks away from throwing our comfortable lives out the window and tackling the ultimate adventure – The Long Rode Home.
We will share it all (every laugh, tantrum, amazing moment and hair-raising escapade) through this blog and we’ll also keep you up to date on Facebook and Twitter.
Sarah and Scott