- I’m Riding My Motorcycle to Argentina
- Official Press Release – Traveling Off the Grid, on YouTube
- Preparing the KLR before my Latin America trip
- What to take on a year long motorcycle trip
- My First Day on the Road
- YouTube Video Map
- Blogging Lacking But Video Logging Booming!
- After 40 Days on the Road
- Mexico City’s Killing Me
- The Journey Begins
- Chicago via Denver and St. Louis
- Leaving Chicago Behind
- My First Couch Surfing Experience
- Video of Mexican Police Shaking Me Down
- Interview With Overland Expo
- Entering Into Mexico – Extortion and Inviting Hosts
- News Coverage Over Extortion Video
- Leaving Mexico and Entering Guatemala
- Twisty Roads, City Labyrinth and a Dog Bite
- Unmaintained Motorcycles, Serendipitous Lodging and My Love Affair with Andre
- Lingering Paranoia and Meeting Another Solo Traveler
- Bug Zapper Skills
- Riding Beemers, Replacing Helmet, and Cricket Tacos
- How to be Alone
- Mexican Bus Ride, Riot Police and Church Irony
- Survivor’s Guilt, a Shift in Perspective and the Overrated Mind
- Catching Up: Real De Catorce, Mexico
- Truck Blocking the Road, Guatemala
- The Schizophrenic Bolivian Vagabond [Day 178]
- Couch Surfing in San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 108]
- The Water Filled Vodka Bottle – San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 110]
- Creatures Stirring on Christmas Eve, Playa las Lajas, Panama [Day 125]
- Video Trio: Honduras Traffic, Mayan Temple Climbing, & Nalgene Hack
I’m sitting at a courner side resaurant with outdoor seating in Oaxaca, Mexico. I am constantly appraoched/accosted by vendors and beggars. The more haggardly beggars and child vendors especially install a survivor’s guilt in me about my comparatively rich lifestyle. I put my hat on and the frequency drops by half.
For the past few evenings as I’ve been falling asleep my imagination has been going wild. The imagagry that comes to me is unlike anything I experienced before. Animals, people, or places. There wasn’t any rhyme or reason to them, they simply appeared. One image would turn into another by shere association. Cats chase mice, mouse traps, trbuchets, medeival castles, etc.
This kind of mental behavior is normal for me, but this was different in kind. Back in my former life I would often try to fall asleep, but sleep would be obstructed by my imagination of the analytical and conceptual nature. It’s hard for me at this point to even remember what kinds of streams of thought I would have. I’ve been removed from the environment that influenced it for so long now. It was often computer related. Systems architecture for a project at work, or one of the many unfinished ones at home.
What’s my point? I’m falling asleep faster, and I’m thinking a whole lot less.
“The brain is the most overrated organ. Anything worth knowing has to enter you through another opening. Excuse the disgusting analogy…”, from Woody Allen’s Manhattan (I think?).
That line resonated with me a long time ago, but for the first time I’m beginning to understand it more deeply and more importantly live by it more frequently.