Judas

Judas is the name I have quite aptly given myself due to a quite radical decision which has been brewing for the past few weeks, as we speak Rocanante is broken in to little pieces and is winging his way back to the emerald isle. I on the other hand have swapped my paniers for a rucksack and will continue on home by petrol powered locomotion leaving a much harder and more determined Kieran to peddle on solo with only his Jesus beard to keep him company, hence my new name.

This to some may come as a rather rash and spur of the moment plan but to others who have spoken to me in the past months may not be as surprised. I think the main reason is I am just tired, tired of being sick, tired of being cold, tired of looking like a concentration camp survivor and generally tired of being tired. I no longer look forward to meeting new people in abstract situations which to me is a sure sign to quit.The thought of facing three months of one of the harshest winter on record in these parts and camp through the snow and ice just seems too much for me and what makes me respect Kieran even more for carrying on, he really does deserve alot of kudos.

So from here I will take the bus to Esfahan for a few days, then to Tehran where I will catch a long and considering the conditions a potentially exciting 3 day train journey to my friends house in Ankarra, then Istanbul and from there who knows, but with so much snow falling everywhere the call of the Alps is very strong, so Morzine here I come.

I will continue updating my blog but without good old Rocanante the adventures to recount may be few and far between but if there is something of note I will let you know. To keep in touch with a real man check out Kieran's site at delhi2dublin.blogspot.com.