Anxiety builds as the time approaches to get pedaling. Breaking out of the comfort zone can be fraught with second guessing, do I have it in me and so forth. To not get out of my comfort zone is the beginning of slow death, a boring unfulfilling way to spend the last year’s of my life. Today, thirty-five days on the road, the wind and light rain hitting me from the southeast. A bit of soarness in the arms, legs and arse but nothing I haven’t experienced before.
My Warmshowers host, Jack Edwards, and I hit it off. Perhaps a bit older than me but our similarities are remarkable. After seeing historic St Augustine and all it excessive cheap tourism with thousands of people swarming the narrow streets, I escaped back to Jack’s place along with a six of double IPA. Jack cooked s pasta dish to die for. We polished off the six pack and talked about our extensive bike odyssey’s and how important it was to keep doing them. Jack is selling his house to head for some part of the world out of the ordinary. Whether it be Thailand or Malaysia, he is in search of the exotic that so any of us crave.
Tomorrow, Daytona Beach beckons. Everything is booked so I hope one of the three Warmshowers contacts comes through. There is a campsite tens miles out of my way if everything else fails. Of course, I could also stealth camp but there are alligators down here!
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