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 26th, 2013. Back on my own. My parents left this morning and I got going, too. I was feeling refreshed and excited to start pedaling. My gear was feeling refreshed, too. My bike was running smoothly with a new bottom bracket. My parents had brought me a new headlamp to replace the one I lost. And I added another wrap of clear tape around my guitar tube. My mom also loaded me with 35 lbs of canned raviolis and cheese from the United States. I keep my food in my right pure and I could feel my bike listing as I started down the road. Up to this point in my journey, I’ve avoided carrying extra weight by only purchasing enough food to get me to the next place to buy more, usually one or two days worth. I didn’t fully realize that what this was doing was forcing a sense of scarcity on myself. That habit broke today. The glut of meals from my mom gave me a wonderful sense of abundance. My situation felt less dire, as if I had stepped back from an edge. I won’t have to skip a meal if a windy day slows me down. I can take an unplanned day off or have extra food to share if that scenario comes up. From now on, I’m going to try to always carry a little extra food. Being off of my bike for several days also gave me some time to recover. My nerves have calmed. My legs are rested. Nagging pain to my wrist, knee, and neck all feel better. These first few months have proven to be a breaking in period. Small, repetitive use injuries are healing as I strengthen to the task at hand. But the process of sculpting my body is a slow, persistent task. Tomorrow marks 100 days on the road, and I still arrive each evening on weary legs. I didn’t realize bicycling around the world would be so tiring. I’ve set up my camp between farm fields tonight. After a week of sleeping in hotels, I’m happy to be back in my hammock. A pleasant breeze is sweeping across the land. The stars are shining. I feel good to be on the move again.