In the summer of 2010 I set off on, what was for me, a grand adventure. Not the kind where you climb a mountain or actually achieve something. It was just something I'd wanted to do for a while. I quit my stable, career-path government job, probably not the best idea in a recession, spent a couple of months in Thailand, then jumped on a flight to Auckland, New Zealand. I bought a motorcycle, picked a town and just set off. I had visions of being like Peter Fonda in 'Easy Rider', or a less-murderous Hell's Angel living on his hog and crashing in a different place every night. That was about a year ago. I've had plenty of adventures since then, and because of my half-arsed aspirations to fall into a career in writing, and the
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