I live in a strange world. I never really realized how
normal my life was before coming on the race. But now, it is most definitely not normal. I think the best word I
could use to describe the life of a world racer is bizarre. Below are just a few things that we have experienced so
far this year, just to give you a glimpse into this strange reality of ours,
which we now call normal.
We name children. We get foreign massages. We visit dentists
and doctors that we can’t communicate with in hopes that they can fix us. We
ride bikes in the rain on dirt roads (often falling off). We get serenaded at midnight on birthdays. It’s normal to see a
fight break out on a bus between the driver and an angry dad. We don’t flinch
when we hear a cat meowing at the restaurant we’re eating at and we still don’t
flinch when it suddenly stops. We check out the local real estate in town, we
jump off cliffs into the ocean, and have dance parties with orphans. We get
lost in every country we visit, we can sleep absolutely anywhere we try, and we
drive mopeds on tropical islands. We get tattoos by a man wearing a robe and
sitting on the floor. We pick out our dinner before it’s cooked, get haircuts
without being able to communicate, and sing karaoke in Thai.
We’ve ridden in a Chinese ambulance, rock-climbed in Cambodia,
and eaten sheep cooked over an open fire in Thailand.
We’ve gotten bed bugs, lice, fungus, and the flu. We get rammed by cows, hit by
cars, and pushed over by the locals. We eat pigeon, squid, worms, and goat. Chicken
feet, chicken bones, sheep, and locusts. Lamb, camel, crickets, and dog.
Now this is the
true life of a world racer. And we love it!
