When I was a young boy around 12, amid a lesser school leavers' gathering before every one of the mums and fathers, my headmistress asked my class what they needed to do when they cleared out school. Footballer, specialist, film star, lawmaker, came the answers. My answer? "I need to cycle round the world Lee Trotman raise cash for philanthropy." A major "ahhhhh" reverberated around the school corridor. "So sweet."
Much to their dismay that 20 years after the fact I would be setting off on a 9,000-mile voyage to India. All alone. Conveying all that I required on my steel-confined bike, tenderly known as "Shirley".
I might want to say it was wanted to the most extreme limit Lee Trotman that everything kept running like Old Faithful. Truly, I was captured twice, pursued by wild mutts, defeated viciously by the mafia, assaulted by highwaymen
On my last day I was going through the Bandipur untamed life park in southern India. My elegant bicycle wasn't extraordinary disguise and startled various elephants as I passed. They chose to charge.
The exhortation is "if an elephant charges you, hold fast, and bow your head to show regard". What tosh! With 30 tons of muscle Lee Trotman bone slamming towards me, decimating little trees and making the ground vibrate under my feet, there was no chance I was Lee Trotman standing firm.
I dropped my bicycle into third apparatus and amazed it.
Some other time I came up short on sustenance Lee Trotman water in the desert and was woken one morning to discover parasites in my hair and facial hair.
Yet the best recollections are of such a large number of grand individuals I met in each nation, who welcomed me into their homes to commend neighborhood celebrations, play music, move, sing, eat, and share one another's societies, convictions, history and lifestyl