Numb asses and biking....mindthing

My ass feel numb. Its been a week on the road and my ass and my nose have taken the most hammering. O no, wait my back and my arms also feel a bit tight and tired. We have been riding in the cold winter weather and sleeping mostly on the ground in our sleeping bags. Then packing up and getting on the bike again and leaving towards our next destination. Hearing all the negative inputs from people regarding their water.

That is it, its even in the choice of changing lifestyles that routines catch up. The everyday packing out, rolling out of sleeping bag, starting primace and unloading the dog’s water and food just to pack up, roll in of sleeping, packing away of the primace and uploading the dog with the water and food bowls, EVERYDAY. I feel grumpy and just want to blurt out at the world. It feels tiring to try and keep motivated. My foot got stuck on the gear lever as I got on my bike and we fell. Picking up I need Liani and she herself is having a hard time. After a short screaming match between the two us of letting some of the frustration out, obviously in the same mindframe this morning.

 Its strange how deep I have to dig to get a smile and to say its all good and even for this crazy morning with my backwards mindset there is a reason.Its even more difficult to get my thoughts to gratitude. I feel angry, frustrated and its all over me. Why do we have governments if they don’t do what they are suppose to do, why do we carry on wasting and polluting, why if by now we know that we are breaking our life sources and don’t know how to fix it yet do we just carry on breaking it!!! Is there no respect or love for anything let alone ourselves?  

I slip through the gears on my AG200 to get to a steady 70km/h. Being loaded with the dog its best to cruise at a comfortable speed. The distance never really use to be an issue. But now that we have deadlines and schedules its a different story. My mind race through to the days when we were cycling. To imagine that all that fits on this motorbike used to fit on my bicycle, also fits on my canoe and in my backpack. I weigh 56kg’s and are just over 1 and a halve metre tall, in fact 1.58m to be exact. Its amazing how one’s spirit can carry you and the baggage you decide to carry with you.Many a times have I gone and sat on a rock with a body feeling broken and yet here I still am. Why is this morning so different?

The road lays stretched out in front of us with hardly any turns and hardly any uphills...but I know from cycling that there is uphills, gradual maybe but there. The winter has pulled its blanket over the outside and dust is covering the light brown, yellow and orange colored grass and trees. In front of us Liani and Katryn are riding like so many times before. A welcomed light thought brings me to feel better. There is angels all around us.