I met Giorgio in San Francisco in May '94 during his trip down the Americas. A group took Giorgio out for dinner and drinks and peppered him with questions about his travels. Someone comes, someone helps. A car, a truck, a camel. An hour, a day.
Someone comes, someone helps.
Talk about attitude. This guy cruises the planet armed with a guitar, intelligence, and a shitload of internal sunshine. I can't say that I travel with as free a spirit, but that positive attitude, that things will just work out, can carry you a long way. Shake it down, ride it to work every day, take it on a weekend camping trip. Get the bugs out, and get used to time in the saddle.