Home, and it feels weirder than usual. This wasn't my 1st trip, but it may have been the one that's given me the most to think about. Groups are difficult, and totally worth the trouble. You can ride your bike anywhere, eat out of dumpsters, find places to stay last-minute for free, and drench yourself nude next to a fire, having much more fun than the quickest jet to the most 5-star of hotels can provide. The bills, obligations, and static-ness of somewhere ostensibly called home lack the same vitality of the wonderful ordeal I just went through. Travel bug far from scratched, I return more motivated than ever to simplify, minimize, be happy, create community, and otherwise facilitate experiences as impactful / joyful as this trip has been. To my co-travelers: thanks for putting up with me. To everybody: I'm starting an open-source, roaming tribe of maniac, gardening bike mechanics. You should join.