[brunoff]

My last lonely motorcycle multi-day road trip through South America took almost a month, taking more than 10kkm. In those trips there are some distinct parts: the torture part when you are worried with the trip itself (counting each kilometer to destination, when will it be the next gas station); the wandering random thinking part (when in the middle of nothing and the landscape simply does not change at all) and the contemplation part (when you are in the middle of the mountains and begin feeling strangely good).

This last good part sometimes come unexpected and can be better than the destination of the trip itself.