My friend Tobias flew down to visit and with him he brought a document.
If I didn't sign this paper I would have to go home in a few months, back to work. If I signed, my career would be over. My life was going to start from scratch.
Since the beginning of this trip I have known that eventually I was going to have to make a decision, but it always felt so far into the future. I didn't really worry about it. Suddenly the dreaded point is upon me, the past 9 months flew by so quickly.
I signed the paper.
Who in his right mind turns down great coworkers, a great boss and an endless supply of free coffee? But I just can't go home already. I have been dreaming of this trip for so long, if I go back to work, when am I going to have a chance to be on the road again?
Tobias left for home and it was time to start cycling again. I felt nervous, more so than when I started the trip. Suddenly I perceived the future as unknown and scary, like a black hole pulling me in. It has been over a month since we did some serious pedaling and we struggled with the hills at first. The surroundings were beautiful though and we soon realized we had missed being on the road.
The big question still remaining was what to do now? I quit my job but we had never planned beyond the Canaries.
After a bit of research we decided on slowly going east, towards Asia. The upcoming year will hopefully be spent cycling across Europe to Turkey and beyond. Into Iran and the 'Stans.
Plan subject to change, obviously.