Liberating liters

Ever since I’ve started planning this trip, the most used unit of measure has not been, as one could expect, the kilometer. It’s been the liter.

At first it was all about the gas tank on the bike. The more liters the better, it would mean more autonomy for the bike. More kilometers until I have to push it to the next gas station. So that’s all good.

Then came the luggage choices. Here the liters appear again. Pannier volume here, tankbag size there. And the top case. I’m up to 155 liters of luggage. A tough decision because the more you carry, the heavier the bike and also more gas consumption. But I opted for the biggest panniers thinking that at some point I may become reasonable and throw most of the contents away. I’m not saying it has happened, but it might.

And then came the trash bags. Yes, trash bags. When you are leaving for one year, you want to make sure that you leave as little as possible behind because everything you want to keep goes into storage, paid storage. If you keep this book, you may not be able to afford that meal at the end of your trip that you’ve been longing for kilometers and kilometers. So, with that magic stop at the 5 & Diner in Tulsa, OK along Route 66 in mind I set off on the impossible task of emptying my apartment of all non-essencial. So far, with the help of my wonderful friend Alice, I’ve given 350 liters of clothes and 50 liters of shoes to charity, I’ve thrown away 300 liters of paper and other useless stuff and have prepared 60 more liters of various bags and old backpacks to give to charity tomorrow. And it’s quite liberating.

Liters in the tank are freedom to roam for a longer time, liters in the luggage mean I can carry more stuff. But the liters and liters of things I’m getting rid of are liberating. They are as important at the moment as the books that are in the boxes that you can see in the picture. Those I’m keeping!

Paris, Île-de-France, France

Let the games begin!

I imagine Roman emperors and consuls saying that before a circus full of citizens and it almost makes me shiver. This has nothing to do with circus but still, something begins.

Two days ago was my last day of work in a long time. My sabbatical + long holiday started on a Wednesday. On a Wednesday! Nothing better. I’ve believed for some time that endeavors started on a Monday are more likely to fail than others. Or at least not at all more likely to succeed than the ones started on any other day. I stopped smoking on a Wednesday and it’s been more than three years. The end of the working week starts on a Wednesday and that can only be a good thing.

So, on a Wednesday night I left the office to start my big adventure. This is only the first post. I’m going around the world on my bike and I’m taking the camera with me so expect a lot of pics!

Peace out!

Paris, Île-de-France, France