I remember days in Bolivia, Chile, Argentina, Brazil, Malawi and even Namibia and Sudan just wishing and dreaming of nice sweeping turns on pavement roads. But you know what? I miss those places. The roads too. The more I ride and the more obstacles I overcome and those fears I confront, I build more confidence and therefore desire to try something new -- or something again. In hindsight, I wish I had pushed harder for a visa with more time in Sudan. But why dwell. I'm in Turkey. And check out these roads! (Thanks for the photo Ursula)
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