Maybe it's the fact that after over two months of rest, my knee is not much better for the lull in physical activity. Might I feel a little pissed off that in the year of freedom Jen and I worked so hard to achieve, I am unable to celebrate the liberty of unhindered movement? Yeah, I feel a little cheated and the hulk knocks loudly on the edge of my psyche on a fairly regular basis, but there I go again bitching about my first world problems which isn't really that fun to read about. Again, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut?
Maybe it's because I broke all the rules? Front Door Adventures has always been about style, shrinking my footprint and human powered adventures that mobilize from the doorstep. Inspiration has always been born from the ethical code of these adventures for me; is this lull in creativity because I have desecrated my own constitution? Is it a big surprise that driving a rental car up the East Coast of Australia from beach to beach provides no impetus for writing about the virtues of minimalistic travel?
Hard to say why the cats got my tongue, but a sleepless night on a train to the mountains of NW Vietnam and a three dollar mini-keg of cheap beers finds me back at the keyboard long after Jenny has bid me goodnight and retired to the comfort the bed of our sweet thirteen-dollar hotel room. I miss my bike and think often of how awesome it would be to be pedaling through this culturally rich and beautiful corner of the world, but hell, at least I'm no longer behind the wheel of a car.
Someday, in the not to distant future, i'll saddle my trusty steel stead and pedal off into the mountains again, but until then I'm pretty happy to have my life packed on my back and traveling on trains, buses, motorbikes and foot with my lovely wife through the beautiful country of Vietnam.