After twenty one hours in the air travelling backwards through time I’ve finally arrived in Anchorage Alaska, the starting point for this aimless adventure.
Just inside the Airport terminal I noticed a stuffed bear menacingly staring at me from behind a glass wall. Welcome to Alaska I thought, try not to get any closer to bears than this. I was assured by a new friend that I’d be alright whilst riding my motorcycle, that they’d get me while I’m sleeping in my tent.
The next morning I paid the bail money to free my bike from customs and reassembled her in a car park, all the time keeping one eye out for bears, apparently they can be anywhere any time. I guess that’s why there’s gun stores everywhere too. That’s got me thinking that maybe I should invest in something better than a loud scream, mosquito repellent and a leatherman.