I’ve been back in the United States for almost a week now and part of me feels like I never left.
Like this past year was a dream.
But then I look at my wrists and the bracelets that represent different countries or at the articles of clothing from around the world that populate my closet and I know that it really happened.
Or I notice how Wendys is in a new location, or how the Waterfront Stadium has been remodeled.
Little things that indicate that time has passed.
And, then there is this list of statistics that I’ve been keeping for the past year on my phone.
Not to mention the 8,066 photos on my phone.
Statistics that say I was in THIRTEEN different countries over 321 days.
Without further ado, here is my Race in Statistics:
Countries Visited: 13
Cities Visited: 35
Currencies Collected: 17
Different Airports: 22
Flights: 22
Airlines: 12
Hours in Airports: 111
Hours on a Plane: 94
Nights on a Plane: 4
Buses Taken: 128
Hours in Bus Stations: 37
Hours on Buses: 382
Hours Held Hostage on a Bus: 24
Nights on a Bus: 13
Hours on Trains: 33
Tuk-Tuks/Son-Tows Taken: 35
Taxis/Ubers/Grabs Taken: 112
Bike Rides: 34
Moto Rides: 13
Cable Car Rides: 14
Days with Rice: 213
Days without Rice: 108
Days with Wifi: 148
Days without Wifi: 173
Maximum Days without a Shower: 7
Books I Read: 14
Places I’ve Slept: 62
Nights on my Sleeping Pad: 69
Nights in my Tent: 1
Nights Sharing a Bed: 35
Nights on a Top Bunk: 129
Nights with Kayla Strickler: 134
Strangest Places I Slept:
On the sidewalk outside the New Delhi Airport.
On a bench in an airport restaurant in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
The roof of a Cambodian apartment complex in my tent.
On the painted cobblestone lobby floor of a Peruvian hostel.
As a hostage on a bus in the Peruvian desert.
And, finally, here is one second from every day of my Race:
