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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by garnaro, Sep 25, 2013.
Looking forward to your trip
Quitting your job in your mid thirties, ditching girlfriend, friends, living situation, taking a YEAR (roughly) to explore the wildest parts of the world and hunt for waves...epic.
My hat's off to you. It takes bigger balls to do this at your age than if you're 18-25. Guys that worked hard that are in their mid to late thirties or older have much more invested in their lives. Just a fact-they've had much more time to set shit up. By default, they're more invested in what's going on.
Harder to pull the plug.
Source? I'm 35 and been to 33+ countries before being 35. Other source? I surf, a lot. Have all over the world. Surfing and motorcycling are very similar. The two compliment each other more than anyone would think.
Traveled North Africa and Southeast Asia before I was 23. Lived in Australia, Costa Rica, Mexico. Worked overseas for years. Hell, worked on the ocean for years. Port to port.
For someone to just call it, pack up, say f-it and ride a motorcycle through some of the most intense areas of the world with a surfboard is no fucking joke.
I love this ride report.
PLEASE keep posting.
I am subscribed.
Hell Yeah! Stoke said it all. I'm subscribed!!!
sounds great to me, IN!
Sounds like a great trip!I'm in as well.
Sorry guys no good updates - managed drop my wallet with all bank card and DL on the connecting plane that went to Jackson Hole, WY. Great start eh? <label for="rb_iconid_18">:huh</label> Luckily the Airline FedExed to London and I've collected - France HO!
thanks for the shout Stoke..
When I was 24 surfing in Morocco most guys were in the 20-25 range. One guy, great surfer from west Aussie named Scott was about 36 and he always seemed really quick to launch into a detailed explanation of what he was doing there for months on end without much prompting. I never would have even thought to ask - he was a surfer, same as us, and I never understood his perceived need to explain himself. Funny, now I very much do understand: he packed it from home!
No question that its harder to huck into the abyss a decade later - it feels like I was a different guy who marauded about looking for waves at 22.
I can relate to this RR being a lifelong surfer who has chased waves all over central and south america.
I wish you all the best and I know you're going to score some awesome waves. You might be a bit opposite the normal swell season but you'll get waves regardless.
I am leaving in 5 days for a 33 day ride through Africa with fellow ADV'er Mennleo. Maybe we'll run it each other?
Hope to see you down in the South Africa area. Maybe we can share some waves at JBay or in Durban.
Keep the rubber down and if you see a couple guys on a BMW1150GS and a KTM950SE say hi!
Man, I am SO in!
It's hard to cut ties, that's for sure. I never made it- 31, and ever since I graduated college I've been slaving to get out from under the debt load. First plan for when I'm free? Exactly this.
Keep posting, we poor shmucks who haven't slipped the leash yet are taking careful notes...
I want to take the same route so please give details about border crossings in each country
Thanks and good luck
A few eyes turn your way when sprinting at top speed through an airport. The effect is compounded when the terminal track star is wearing giant motorcycle boots and a white power-ranger-esque armored jacket. Such was the scene as I bolted from gate D17 to back to gate A11 in the Dallas airport knowing that my wallet holding all of my bank cards and drivers license had been left on my connecting fight which was about to leave the gate. I slammed into to the counter of gate A11 with beads of sweat running down my temples and was greeted by a thinly mustached attendant who dismissively informed me that the plane had just left for Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Fantastic. I turned around and accelerated back up to top speed hoping to get back to D17 in time to catch my flight bound for London. I made it with 6 minutes to spare just enough time to give my contact information and a heartfelt plea to the airline attendant to have someone in Jackson Hole find my wallet and forward it on to me. I got on the plane bound for London, with no money. If youve ever tried to get bank cards replaced in a foreign country youll appreciate my concern, as its not so easy or quick. Ive never tried to drive a motorcycle around in a foreign country without a drivers license, but I imagine that could also create problems. Being the last person to board the plane, I got the front emergency exit seat, with plenty of legroom so that I could worry in comfort all the way across the Atlantic.
Massive screw-ups on my part aside, leaving home is hard this time because theres a lot to leave behind. There is the usual anxiety of quitting a job, giving up a place to live, and all of the familiarity and feeling of security that come with those things. Not knowing exactly where Im headed or what comes next doesnt really bother me because thats part of the point of leaving in the first place. Its an antidote to the mental atrophy that can be inspired by daily routine. What does give me pause is leaving the people and work that I care about behind. It crept up on me, finding how much I valued the relationships in my life and feeling like I was doing something useful every day that people relied on, not to mention earning enough money to buy anything I could really want or need. I live in a beautiful place and Ive been really happy. New marriages and new babies seem to spring up every other week amongst my close friends and family. All of this feels like a good phase of life to be moving into, but Ive never been able to put away some daydreams, and finally the daydreams won out over everything else. I didnt have this problem when I became a vagabonding surfer 15 years ago. Life was transient, relationships and jobs came and went in fluid fashion, which suited me just fine.
Even with life taking on slightly more complexity now at 37 than it did at 22, Im still a minimalist at heart. All of my possessions still fit into my truck. I was surprised how easily they all fit, given that 6 surfboards occupy most of the space under the camper shell. Furniture evaporated on the lawn next to a sign marked FREE, the same way it came into my life. Ive lived as though I may need to pick up and go at a moments notice. I think that Ive just always just liked feeling as though that were the case. As I sit in my comfy seat bound for London, waves of excitement are mixed with the need to keep reminding myself that motoring around the world for a while looking for waves to ride is what I really want to do, even if it feels a bit different now having moved out of the realm of daydream and become my new daily routine, bumps and all.
More details of bike prep and grear are here:
I shipped the bike from Oakland to the UK with Kingstown Shipping. The agent in Oakland is called Alladin Shipping. Total cost was about $900.
It took about a month to arrive, 5 days to get unloaded from the container and clear customs and had to drop it off 2 weeks ahead of time, so I had a real time crunch to get all of the bike preparation done in time since I'd just come off of another ride around the western US:
When I first thought up this idea, I'd considered buying a bike and prepping in the UK, but this way way much better. Firstly, the DR650s are really uncommon there, and secondly I really needed the time to get to know the bike as I'm new to motorcycles entirely.
That would be cool to catch another surfer on the road...
I should be in the goods with surf seasons, in fact its how I planned the timing. I'll be in Morocco and Senegal for November and December and plan to arrive southern Africa to surf through May, June, and July.
This is sweet. This is what I want to do, except with my climbing gear instead of a surfboard.
I'm in. Keep the good stuff coming. I enjoy your writing.
What a great trip idea. What did your girlfriend think?
Man oh man, this is the good stuff. Best of luck, and I'll be following the travels