I’m scheduled to set sail from Carti in less than two weeks and still in Nicaragua. Not especially good since I’m in no particular mood to leave San Juan del Sur. I didn’t want to leave Leon either but somehow managed to throw my leg over the bike and point it south. My hastened pace through Central America incites that conflict I’m at constant odds with on the road. Forming bonds with fellow travelers and locals and the routine that accompanies stationary life coalesce to form a comfort that is increasingly difficult to abandon. Through shear repetition I’ve become efficient at reconstructing this comfort but in most cases leaving it has not become any easier. Yet I’m still drawn to the siren song of wanderlust. The sense of discovery that accompanies riding into the unknown is just too intoxicating to resist. So again I ride, perhaps so I can rebuild my comfort.
