Six months México, five months Centro America, six months Colombia, seven months Ecuador, ten months Bolivia, three weeks Argentina. What is going on? Okay my money is pretty low at the moment and the Guzzi is getting tired and Argentina doesn’t seem to be the Promised Land. Actually it’s bit disappointing. It looks too modern to me, reminds of the life I had back home. But only three weeks? Come on Paul what is going on? Well the thing is that the Guzzi will be a grandma. Roxana and I will have a baby. As you understand, this was all thoroughly planned. Well, more or less, or less than more. You understand that the Man is a little confused. That happens to the best of us. So my dear friends, that’s the reason that the Guzzi turned into a flamig rocket. I miss Roxana. I need to be with her. But this is not all. The day that I arrived at Ushuaia Roxana made a scan, or how do you call this, I’m not so familiar with the baby business, yet, and it turns out that we will have two babies. Blammo, we will have a twin. Isn’t this amazing? The day that I arrive at Ushuaia I know that a twin is coming up. Roxana and I don’t know each other that long but well enough to know that we will be a great couple and fantastic parents.
Crazy story he? What an end of a three-year motorcycle endeavor that let me straight into the heart of Latin America. So guys the content of this website will have a huge transition. I mean from motorcycle oil to baby powder. From Farc to baby sitters. From long endless roads to long endless nights. From bar hopping to family visits. From landscape views to a flat screen. And you know what I can’t wait. I think that I can say that I’ve done everything in my life that I wanted to do. Except for this. Boy do I miss Roxana. Of course she’s a bit worried, because she knows that after three years of traveling the cash flow is practically non-existent. ‘But Paul of what are we going to live?’ ‘The shoeshine business baby, the shoe shine business.’ And if I made enough money I’ll become a bush pilot. Looking forward to that. And then one day we’ll take off and fly and fly to the sun – chasing those damn UFO’s.
So guys, see you in Sucre, Bolivia.
PS, the strangest thing is that I don’t have a good photo of my sweet. She so elegant.