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I’ve been home long enough to decompress and readjust to what passes for my normal life. The 10 months I spent on the road almost seem like a dream, a series of mini-adventures (and occasional frustration, malaise, loneliness and homesickness) that happened in a movie, in another lifetime. I get a lot of the same questions about the trip, so let’s knock...

First-kiss excited and bully-fight scared. This is the day before departure, packing the bike, trying to make it all fit with some semblance of order to a backing track of Jekyll and Hyde saying, “Do I really need all of this shit?” and “What am I forgetting?” But this is evidence of forward movement, a huge relief after a year of planning...