Elvis on the Move - Motorcycle Adventure Travel

So this is it. After all the hardship and toiling, I have actually made it! I still remember the day vividly when I told my father in law that I was going to make this trip to his hometown. At the time I was only making conversation but he took me seriously and told his whole family that I was going to come. It set the ball rolling as I didn't really want to seem like a failure. But that was a life time ago. The trip has changed me and those sorts of things don't affect me anymore. The world has become so much smaller. 6 months ago I was sitting on my ass in Vancouver dreaming about seeing the world. Now I'm almost 9000 kilometers away riding into a small village named Jadrtovac in Croatia. "I built a bike and rode to Eastern Europe!" Those words have gone through my mind more than once over the last 6 days. I remember the Memphis Hotel near the train station in Frankfurt where I spent the night waiting for my motorcycle to be shipped. Czech Republic was only a co...

OH MY GOD! I think I'm going to throw up. I better get to the bathroom quick! What the??? I'm paralyzed. I can't be paralyzed. I feel every muscle in my body and most of my internal organs. I'm definitely not paralyzed but I hurt really bad. I know I had a few to drink last night (read: The Long Way 'Round' - Part 3 ) but not enough to hurt me like this. I'm thinking too much, my brain hurts. I overcome the pain and manage to move myself into the bathroom. I say "move" as opposed to "walk" or "crawl" because my method of motion is not a typical means of travel for the human body. Nonetheless, I do make it to the bathroom, "Is that my spleen I just threw up?" I think back to my high school biology. Who cares? You don't really need your spleen anyways. I work on my stomach muscles a little more from honest barfing to involuntary dry heaving. The effect is the same. I'm sore. 1200 kilometers on a bike... Sorry,let...