This happens every time.
When I get home I’m just really disoriented.
When for more than a week you’re primate goal is to go and survive (or is that survive and go) you get to point of routine.
My days consisted of:
- Break camp
- Make instant coffee
- Batten down the bike
- Head to the next location (and tour around in the process)
- Find some internet to post (more later)
- Get some lunch
- Go some more
- Get gas and something to eat
- Find a camp
- Set up camp
- Make dinner
- Blog
- Clean up and make the camp bear safe
- Figure out where to go the next day
- Read
- Sleep
This gets to be comforting in a Stockholm Syndrome type of way.
Break the routine and things just are strange.
I guess you have to ask why I do this, but I’ve already answered it.
It doesn’t change the result though.
All I could wind up doing today was ingest all the media I took on the trip. Perhaps 300-400GB or so. I’m trying to come up with a narrative for my movie now.
I use the term movie in a loose way, by the way. :-)
Welcome home!
Thanks! Now to work on making something cool for other folks.
The dumb thing is I’m looking at “the road that tried to kill me” and I’m like “oh, what the hell were you complaining about.”
But I did get to see a couple F-15 fighters play and shoot some approaches. :-)
I get what you are saying. It always feels toe like photos and videos often don’t catch the magnitude or feel of something… So combining description helps.
You’d disorientation makes a lot of sense too.. It’s like people returning from any adventure really. You’re in a sort of crisis mode of basic needs and cushy home then is the new adventure. :-)