When I stand in Sydney

This post is heavily based on the assumption I will reach Sydney; without such a belief, I probably wouldn’t. As William Ford said, “Whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you are right.”

For most people, arriving in Sydney marks the end of a long journey: a chance to finally stretch the legs after being crammed on a tight plane for the past 22 hours, and for the privilege (and a quirk of time zones), you’ll even lose a day in the process!

When I arrive in Sydney however, it will be an entirely different story. It will mark the fulfilment of my dream, and possibly the conclusion of my entire cycling venture. I’ll have been on the road for over a year, heading ever in the direction of this one metropolis. Three entire continents will have passed under my wheels. And I can’t help but wonder: Will I be the same person as I am today? Continue reading “When I stand in Sydney”