Reidsville, NC (cycling from Elkin to Corolla)
Today, we’re on our way to Mabene.
Yesterday was horrible and I cried on the last mountain and took the sag. It was so emotionally trying that I chilled out and sagged the second leg to miss what turned out a baby hill.
The temperature has considerably warmed up so my demeanor is changing drastically.
More to post soon. But I’m definitely thinking this is the last solo traveling that I want to do for a long time.
This picture was taken last month, when these feral beasties were still nursing.
Last night, my dad managed to herd them into our house so we could cage them and get them to the shelter to be spayed and neutered.
Of course, they didn’t like the separation that ensued when their mom bolted out the back door.
They went apesh*t and started to jump four feet into the air, scrambling over countertops, knocking over plates and dished… Even a butcher knife went flying.
Me, being eternally eight years old, got over excited and went to pick one up, hoping to soothe it like once before.
And then, it sunk it jaws right through my index finger.
Four hours, a script for heavy antibiotics, and a promise to monitor our new captures for ten days so as to avoid a series of rabies shots… I’m back to wishing I could pick them up like when they teeny tiny and still mewing.
As my friend Bryn stated on my facebook wall, “Holy crap! You traveled to places with wild beasts only to be attacked by a cat on long island. So bizarre!! “
Being back home in an economy only rich people who don’t need jobs could love…
It’s been an exhausting experience, moving back to provencial Long Island after traveling the world 1.5 times around. I have suffered from culture shock, since being back, thus explaining my absense from the internets…
I don’t pretend to be immune from culture shock. I mean, remembering my touchdown into Kathmandu, I started crying when I reached my guesthouse in Thamel. I was so overwhelmed, afraid, and alone. The same thing happened my first night in Bangkok, wondering the streets of the dingy neighborhood of Huai Kwong, looking for someway to order food … without any of the mysterious meat swimming in the myriads of curry and coconut milk sauces.
I just never thought I’d be so debilitated by culture shock upon returning home. It’s been so crippling. I find myself more reclusive, and less social, than I have ever been. I take to my bike, alone, on long trips, avoiding interacting with as many people as possible. When I do find myself engaging in conversation, I relate to my past travels, because that’s been my immediate past, and I get looks like I’m a name-dropping social climber. I no longer fit in. I’m not sure I want to.
I’ve decided to push myself out of my shell, though. I’m immersing myself in my unemployed ventures. I’m studying to be an EMT, hoping to start Disaster Relief Response training, and saving up money in any way I can to go on my next adventure.
Sorry, tumblr-sphere. I’ve been really messed up and really MIA. I think I’m okay, now.
Tomorrow, I begin my fund raising campaign for Braking the Cycle 2011!
I will be cycling from Waterbury, CT to Manville, RI, onto Seakonk, MA and back to Westchester, NY.
Please! Please! Please! Sponsor me!!! ![]()
Martin Luther King Jr. (via kara)
I could be wrong, but I’m fairly certain that this is a quote from the movie, Gandhi, about when he was fighting apartheid in South Africa.
(Source: memegan)
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