I climbed Mount Everest to base camp, bungy jumped from the bridge in New Zealand where it all started, dived the Great Barrier Reef, fished for Piranha in the Amazon, fell in love with the Taj Mahal, been overwhelmed by Angkor Wat and Borobudur, found the people of Iran to be the most hospitable in the world, found India to be the most fascinating and infuriating country in equal measure, found the Australian Outback to be full of life, heard the almighty roar of the Perito Moreno glacier crashing into Lake Argentina, been drenched by the spray from Iguazu Falls, felt the rhythm of Rio, been mesmerised by Machu Picchu, straddled the Equator, come to a conclusion about my life-long struggle with religion, come to terms with my grief, re-learnt what I knew all along: that the greatest thing in life is to learn to love, and be loved in return, and did all of this whilst riding the world's largest capacity production motorcycle around the world.
After losing everything in just eleven days—my business and my soulmate wife—I was left shattered, alone, and without direction. In that emptiness, I made a radical choice: to ride around the world. What started as an escape slowly became a journey of transformation. I never could have imagined that along the way I would fall in love again, marry a French woman I met in a restaurant, and continue the ride.
And then wrote a book and a film screenplay about it.
