The day following my exhausting and emotional day was spent with my lawyer friend visiting countless offices around Iquique looking for a solution for me to be able to continue my journey. Another exhausting day. In the end, there were a bunch of 'possibilities', some legal, some illegal, and none of which were pleasing or satisfying to me. After alot of consideration, I had pretty much decided that I was going to sell Shad. The freedom I desired to travel where ever, whenever, was in fact turning out to be the opposite. It had been causing me grief and anguish. That was it, I had decided.
I posted my story on a website for travelling bikers. Shortly after I recieved an email from an Australian living in Argentina. The next morning we spoke on the phone for an hour. He told me that during his biking experience though South America there were two times he had so nearly given up due to difficulties he had encountered, and I could tell that he truly understood my pain. Speaking with him helped me to realize that all that grief and anguish was actually much more exciting and challenging for me than what i would experience from joining the general tourist trail.
More consideration, and thinking deeply about how I would dearly miss Ghost, and my mind had been swayed.
The next trip on Ghost Shadow will be back tracking about 500 k´s south, and an attempt to cross the Argntina/Chile border which my encouraging Australian phone buddy ensured is possible.
For now, I decided a break from Ghost couldn't do either of us any harm, and I jumped on a bus only to cross the very same border two days later. The morning of my bus departure was busy. Storing various things at different places around Iquique. Ghost Shadow is safely (I hope) stored out the back of my lawyers fathers warehouse.
After eighteen hours of bussing, I've now spent a week in an amazing little Bolivian town Sucre, which happens to be full of festivities due to this week being the annual week of Sucre.
Tina and I will head to La Paz tonight, and after a short burst of buses and traveling, I must return to my friend Ghosty, who's fate I know does not rest in Chile.