And so it ends...

Every great adventure must come to an end. It ends so another adventure can begin.

I've been gone for 3 months, slept in 29 beds (30 including tonight's), and logged some 50 hours of driving on the opposite side of the road. I've met people from all over the world. I've ridden an elephant. My bus broke down in Laos. I played pub trivia in Australia. I saw a rugby game, then made friends with the rugby players, and then saw the sights of Timaru. I watched grown men race each other while dressed in horse suits. I laughed, I cried, I sweat in a hundred degree heat, and I even tried out a Laos hospital. I rode a slow boat for 2 days. I slept in an airport. I trekked through the jungles of Thailand. I rode bicycles home from bars past beautiful temples. I stayed out late, I slept in, I talked my way out of two Australian tickets. I threw a Halloween party in a country that doesn't celebrate Halloween. I rode sand dunes in the north of New Zealand and traveled further south than most people will ever travel.

It was an adventure that must come to an end. I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm a lot of emotions that I cannot explain. I'm thankful. I learned a lot about people but mostly myself.