27 August, 2016

Rest

It’s hard for me to write this post since it’s got nothing to do with me directly, but it’s affecting someone I love very much: my mother.

I arrived in Buenos Aires a few days ago and, although I have her permission, I’ll involve her minimally in this post. I am not sure if I want to make it all public, because I have always been pretty reserved. So, what I will say is that my mother has a small health problem with one of her breasts, but she did undergo surgery already and she is recovering very well. She’s gone back to work already and we are awaiting some final results to know what the next steps will be. Luckily she is out of danger now and what she needs most is some company and regains normality in her life.

Up until the moment I took a plane from Kuala Lumpur to arrive in Buenos Aires some 36 hours later I did not completely realize the scale of the distance I rode in this trip on a motorcycle. Rolling km by km, I never had jet lag, or sudden changes in temperatures, or have this sense of being lost by being “tele-transported” to another reality in a matter of hours.

Now I have a hard time orientating myself, waking up at different times of the day and night, with the flu because of the change in temperatures and my head feels as if it’s inside a washing machine.

In the meantime, I’m loving the company of my mother and sisters. I take the chance to arrange things for the journey and organizing workshops and talks in Spain in October and November and one in Buenos Aires in December.

This post is to announce that for the next four months, The Journey will be in hiatus. I will not be uploading any new images to the site or new blog posts until I re-start the journey sometime in January next year.

Many of you have been with me through the web since I left Barcelona some 16 months ago, crossing 26 countries. In the last one, Malaysia, is where Athena has stayed waiting for my return while I find myself almost on its antipodes.

Thank you very much for being there.