Mountains on the left, the sea on the right. And right in the middle, just me, all on my own. With every kilometre I drive, the landscape changes. I’m impressed by the wide-open spaces and the sense of freedom. The sun is shining on my face and life is good.
Breakfast on the beach with a view over the mountains. I can’t quite believe this landscape. I hop over the rocks, collecting shells as memories of this time.
It’s been almost three weeks now. The kilometre counter on my car tells me it’s time to head home. Almost 7,000 kilometres, just me on my own. I’m proud.
