How To Move The Stars is the day by day retelling of a bicycle ride around the world. Start from the beginning to get the whole story.
My adventure was a modern day epic, a solo, self-supported bicycle ride spanning 38,000 miles across six continents. There were moments I barely survived, and times I cried tears of joy, but mostly, this is a story about the thousands of people I met along the way. I moved through their cultures, and dramatic landscapes. I ate their food and slept on their land. I was constantly arriving to the open arms of strangers who were excited to help me achieve a feat that few could imagine. I did this for years, immersing myself in the world and meeting the people who live here. The story I returned with is a snapshot of humanity, captured in a lived experience. Thank you for joining me on my journey.
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May 23rd, 2013. Ukraine Palace. I explored the Black Sea coast with my parents today. We drove to see the Levidia Palace, which began as a summer home for an imperial family in the 1860s. Apparently, the picturesque Black Sea coast has been a vacation destination for a long time. The ambulance was magnificent, and I marveled at the skilled craftsmanship from a time before the help of modern machines. The walls and ceilings were covered in intricate handcarved flourishes. Chandeliers were made of complex flowing glass shapes. The fireplaces had figurines chiseled into the stone mantles. The grounds around the building held decorative trees, carefully shaped bushes, and flowing white fountains. During World War II, after the fall of Sylvestole, the Nazis celebrated at the Levadia Palace. Three years later, the same rooms were used for the Yaltta Conference. This was the second meeting between Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and Joseph Stalin. They came to divide Europe between them to try to create a new world order that would prevent the tragedy of another continental war. 75 million people had been killed under their watch. I wonder what the weight of that loss felt like. They must have wanted so badly to make things right. Yet within two years, tensions from their agreement started the Cold War. Over the next 43 years, proxy battles between communism and capitalism led to another 20 million deaths. How terrible these world leaders are at their jobs. Not killing tens of millions of people seems like such a low bar to pass. This evening we opened the bottle of buried wine from Eugene and I got out my guitar. I played a song for my parents. Never having shown any interest in music as a child, this would have been the first time in my life that I performed for them. I sat on the balcony strumming my guitar. And as the sun began to set, a rainbow appeared, arcing gracefully between the sea and the towering white cliffs. The scene was just perfect. [Applause] [Music]