Bike trip & blues

Wuh. I'm back from my first real motorcycle trip. It was much less ambitious than originally planned but it was good to take the time and enjoy each destination. Montreal, Quebec, Ottawa--incredibly typical eh? But it was good, any travel anywhere is always good. Also different now that I am a little older. And going with someone who's never been adds meaning. Too bad I couldn't take my good camera.

Unintentionally and as always, food made the trip. Onoir, a restaurant in Montreal where you eat in the dark was definitely the highlight. Smoked meat poutine and Lebanese food were also surprisingly delicious.

It was my intention to try to do activities, get some things accomplished on this (and future) trips. Eating in the dark was a good accomplishment, as was riding the distance and in the rain although it's not something that I would actively care for. I definitely want to do a lot more in my travels, to get things checked off my list. Skydiving, hiking to the top of a mountain, kayaking, riding jackass multi-people bikes, horse back riding, scuba diving and such.

So depressed to be back today.

I think I am just insatiable. Always jealous of other people, always wanting something different, something more. The general theme is I am not having anywhere near as much fun and adventure as I would like, I feel my youth slipping away. Too much of the world unseen, too many things unexperienced. Too little laughter and posing for funny photos. All at the same time waiting too long for something I want too badly. Too much hopes and dreams and too little meaning, too little confirmation. Definitely feels like I am on the wrong track, or no track at all. Knowing what you want out of life and not living it is no life at all. But perhaps, with luck, I'm halfway there. Or I'm just halfway to my grave.

Oh! and I'd like to introduce you to Studio Octopussy and Jacque-ass. Most amusing discoveries this trip.