How I dealt with ‘years of myself’ in the Gobi desert
I am just back from a week in the Mongolian steppes and Gobi
desert. With 12 countrymen, twelve motorbikes, and a Kazakh woman. Being a
chronic solo traveller, this expedition had presented huge risks with thirteen
people whom I knew almost none, had no idea on their experience of travel or
life for that matter. I been immersed into creating a completely new business
past eight months in a new continent with a new team, probably eating up
every ounce of risk taking, creativity, persistence, ambition and perseverance
that existed in my veins. I been flooded with an adrenaline rush since November
last year, getting up to a new day every day where every second every move
every player had to be contemplated and executed from scratch. So how did this
physical strenuous activity in mongolia that involved people I didn’t know and
extreme conditions fit to that state of mind?
