As the sun sets in the town, the howling wind becomes quiet. I can finally read the book of my mind.
“What makes us travel to the far lands? Is it curiousity; the need to learn and experience different? What motivates us to expose ourselves to the tough situations? Is travelling a child’s play, or are we seriously looking for the answers?”
Whatever the reason, my exploratory interest has brought me to this remote place in South America. The town is called Ushuaia. It is located in Argentina. It is known as “The end of the world”. At 54°48′S, this is the southernmost city in the world, and the closest port to Antarctica. They call this region, Tierra del Fuego (The Land of Fire).
From Ushuaia, I will begin cycling up north. My plan is to first cross the South America. After that, I will see how further up I can go. How long is it going to take? I don’t know.
What exactly do I want to know by undertaking a journey like this? I don’t know either. I just want to go out and see what is out there and experience things I otherwise never will; without caring if the knowledge I will gain on the road will ever become useful to me in the future.
As Kurt Vonnegut once said, “We are here on Earth to fart around. Don’t let anybody tell you any different.”