It's been a year since my dream-like journey around the Philippines, and six months since I went around the old continent on a motorbike. I miss the feel of the open road. Pavement that stretches for miles and miles, with no end in sight.
I miss the feeling of losing track of time. In long trips comes a point where you don't even know what day it is. Sunday? Thursday? In the end, it doesn't matter anyway. The rush of freedom, borrowed as it may be, is exhilitating.
Right now, I am sitting in front of a computer and dreaming about and longing for a really long road trip.
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