Come Clean, Elvrum

It´s been the plan all along. Not a withdrawal from the Lake Titicaca foray, not a brash decision just to make light of some heady boast, but a well-tallied move befitting of two travelers who, let´s face it, are anything but typical. Little under a week ago, we slapped down the gravy and (sorry, Mom) bought motorcycles. Not rented -- bought outright. And if an oh-seven -- brand new! -- single-cylinder 125 cc can take me to even one rural village, dirt floors, thatched roof and all, then Lady Two Wheels is worth every dime. Even so, I say you can´t put a price on setting your own agenda. We´ve spent the past days landing very nice helmets, acquiring supplies (patch kit, spare tubes, etc.) and, most vital yet, getting comfortable in the saddle -- both rural and urban. So not to fret, especially to all the grandmothers in the audience. We´re doing this properly. Tomorrow, we get Bolivian license plates -- the best souvenir -- and soonafter we take to the road. It seemed important to bring up this whole escapade sooner than later. By the way, she´s light blue.

. . .Oh, right, I shaved my head right before leaving without showing anyone. My hair has been wayward before, sure, but never this cropped.

C'mon! Doing that then leaving for over two months isn´t funny! It´s hilarious!