During my
late teens the idea of going to Viet Nam was a
frightening one. The Viet Nam War was was still
raging, and my draft number was 26. In February
of 2006 I decided to go there, rent a motorcycle,
and to ride from Hanoi to Saigon. Though I didn't
get shot at, it was still what I call an
adventure.
In May of
2005, some like-minded motorcyclists and I rode
down onto the Copper Canyon in northern Mexico on
a guided tour. For five days we rode through the
canyon complex that dwarfs the Grand Canyon, met
Tarahumara Indians, and explored the limits of
our riding ability.
Though
Nepal is now a well-trodden tourist destination,
it still has a mystical attraction for many,
including me. In August and September of 2001, I
visited Kathmandu, took a 15-day trek to western
Tibet to circumambulate the sacred mountain Mt.
Kailas, and dipped my toes into the confusing
swirl that is India.
An
overland journey across Asia is no one's idea of
a holiday. But I couldn't resist the lure of the
fabled Silk Road. So in August of 1997 I deplaned
in St. Petersburg, and traveled by train, bus,
car and foot through Russia, China, and most of
the "stans" to Lahore in Pakistan.
At 23,841
ft., Aconcagua is the highest mountain in the
western hemisphere. In January of 1995, I
traveled south to Peru, where I visited the
"lost" city of Machu Picchu, and then continued
on into Argentina, where I and some fit
companions attempted to reach the summit of that
mountain.
Some
short trips on two wheels. My favorite way to see
the world.
