PACKING, PLANNING, AND FREAKING OUT

First off, welcome to life over the edge.

Secondly, holy fucking shit.

Im sitting in a well lit, comfortably tacky Los Angeles apartment pondering my future. In exactly 3 months, my girlfriend and I are selling 95% of our belongings, and setting off to traverse the globe. I know, its... its a bit uncouth, a bit off kilter but also a bit I-want-to-run-the-other-way-as-fast-as-I-can. 

This tricky little idea snuck into out heads about 19 months ago. We kicked around the idea, found a few neat places, started putting routes together, attached them to dates, put some pins on a map and voila! A trip was born. 

It would be a nice fairy tale start if it was that simple. But hold on fair nay-sayer, it is not. We leave in May to Spain, then the trip to Turkey will be spent cycling. We will ride our pretty little faces over 2500 miles and through 2 mountain (or hilly area) ranges until we arrive triumphantly into the Mediterranean trading grounds of Istanbul by October. 

END OF PART ONE

We fly back to Mexico (Diana's mother land) to celebrate two weddings and enjoy some tortas. 

Then BAM! We store our trusty steads and take our handy little backpacks for a trip around India. Not just any normal trip, but a Rickshaw Run level of trip. If you haven't heard about it (we didn't know what it was) its a three-wheeled death machine pounding through the depths of Indian mayhem on a 3500 km balls-to-the-wall race. This will put our relationship to the test...

And that is all we have planned so far. Thats it. 19 months of planning and we only have rough outlines. Check in soon. Maybe we will know what to see.