One year ago today I woke up in my tent to a chilly, 25-below-zero morning. I stepped outside to a snow-capped view of western Mongolia’s untamed Altai Mountains, broke camp, and pedaled over the last remaining pass of my journey.
Later that same morning I arrived, exhausted, in Tsengel–the westernmost town in Mongolia and my final destination. It was the conclusion of a 3500km, solo bicycle expedition across one of the world’s most remote regions; a trip which had taken three-and-a-half months and every ounce of strength and courage I possessed.
I found a small hotel, checked in, and sat on the bed shedding tears of joy, relief, and sadness in equal measure, helpless to stop. I’m not ashamed to say that they returned this morning when I received a Facebook reminder of the event.
Many of you followed me through the entire passage. Thank you. Many have joined me since that time. Welcome, and thank you.
And to all of you, wherever you find yourselves on this day, stop listening to the voices–within or without–that tell you “no.” Dream large, and live even larger–this ride will be over before you know it.
Namaste, and all the best,
—Jim, your friendly neighborhood Transglobalist