Between
traveling, working and living, I have spent little over 8 years of my life in
Asia. Exploring and discovering this continent had always been my life's dream
for as long as I can remember. After several years of living there and feeling
it already like “my place” in the world, I can't still help but feeling a
strong curiosity as to how I ended up being born in the exact opposite corner
of the planet in such a different culture when at the same time I feel so
strangely connected to another one. I guess they are the existential games of
karma playing on us. The fact is that when you feel like fish swimming in the
water, it ain't so easy to just jump to another pond. However, my thirst for
adventure is insatiable and it is already telling me that it is time to give
Africa the long journey it deserves, for it is the only continent where I have
never ever been before. It is for this very reason that I finally decided to
cut the umbilical cord and once and for all take the leap out of Asia. For
months in advance I have been evaluating different alternatives to reach the
continent exclusively by bicycle but the social situation in three key
countries, Pakistan, Syria and Yemen has deteriorated so much that it is
virtually impossible to reach the north of the continent without flying.
Therefore, we had no other choice than flying and from Delhi we went straight
to Cairo.
