Motorcycle Diaries 2 – Living outside the Box
The night seemed long and interrupted with expectancy. At the early light of the dawn, I looked outside the window at perhaps one of the most exciting day of the year – a day of riding and living. The bike was cleaned, and I sipped my coffee after a shower. As the key turned on the ignition, the bike sprang to life with anticipation. The reluctant winter sun with mellowed warmth greeted, as the bike climbed outside the basement parking slope. There were vendors selling vegetables, shops still with shutters and few school buses with children in warm clothes. The dust of the day was stamped below the morning dew. The clear blue sky gave the morning a brand new identity. The road and thoughts It was my third solo ride, and did not require any distraction of maps for the familiarity of the destination. The city was giving away to the highway as the bike rolled past the tall buildings, metro stations to the distant metro pillars that were under construction. Th...