In a few days I’ll be on the road for a year.

And right now, I’m exhausted.

I wish it was something coffee could deal with.

I’m not tired from traveling as such. I guess it’s just a combination of the last few months. I haven’t slept much in Montréal and Seattle… maybe five hours a night, tops.

So I arrived in San Francisco already worn out and in need for sleep… but I went on to Burning Man. Not much sleep there.

I had planned San Francisco to be a time for recovery. A place I know where I had nothing to do, as such.

But when I got there, everything caught up with me. Friends visiting, meeting friends in the city, going out… I left SF with my reserves pretty low… to find myself in one of the biggest cities on earth.

When Renato, Dennis and Lisa came to visit, I was already at an all-time energy low. We did a lot of walking and sightseeing, but I simply had no energy left to go out at night.

I chickened out one night and went to bed at 9. I hardly made it through the next day. I have slept hours and hours in the last few days, taking it real slow.

I was invited to a wedding back in Europe; I declined for several reasons, but to think that, in between all this I would have to take two intercontinental flights and the corresponding jet-lags within a few days… I would have had a breakdown.

There’s lots to see in Mexico City, the lists of museums is endless. I try to do one single thing off my list every day. Not more. Then nap. Watch a movie. At home, or maybe in the nearby cinemas. Then sleep. That’s about all I can take for now.

I am a bit weary about the next few months: I feel like an intense part of the trip is coming up, with Hong Kong and Beijing, Thailand (I want to sleep on a beach!!) and India coming up.

Lesson for the next trip, 2019: pace myself better, make room in the itinerary for some time to rest.