When strangers become friends.

BF317B5D-07A8-4B74-860F-143988AF0F0BAlmost 6 months on the road and I was getting used to meeting strangers. My little Peruvian bike piled high with gear and my very apparent solitude caught the attention of people on the road, at stop lights, gas stations, restaurants and pretty much everywhere else I went. I got asked to take pictures with hostel guests and workers, truck drivers and even border patrol. In this particular instance, I was at a gas station in the middle of Brazil. The guy on the right was from the area, but also happened to be traveling by motorcycle. We got to talking when he noticed my Peruvian license plate as I was packing up to leave. It’s always nice to chat with other motorcycle aficionados! Just then, the guy on the left pulled up right next to us. It was apparent that he had been traveling a long time. He had stickers and patches on him from Alaska to Argentina and everywhere in between. As he got off his bike, he exclaimed, “Is this the girl from Chicago?” I quickly looked over my clothes and my bike to see what I had on me that could have given away where I was from. When I realized that I didn’t actually have anything on me that said Chicago, I asked him how he knew where I was from. “Everyone has been talking about you on the roads!” he said. “You’re the girl from the U.S who is riding a Peruvian motorcycle around South America! You‘re so brave for doing this!” I stood there feeling a mix of emotions; surprised and confused, then honored. I couldn’t believe that I had come across someone in the middle of nowhere, Brazil who had somehow found out about me and my story. Also, he had clearly been riding for a lot longer and further than I had, yet he considered ME brave! Now that I am back in the states, I always think back on this as one of my proudest moments and I continue to travel (vicariously) by following his motorcycle adventure pictures and videos on social media! 🙌🏍