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The first is the "easy" way. What we're most accustomed to. Open the door, browse the shelves, remove the things we see that are no longer desired. Then try to organize the rest. But there's also a second way.

Start by removing everything from the closet. The dirt that is hiding in the corners can be seen and cleaned, and the full shelf space available for use now visible. Only once all has been stripped away - every inch cleared - begin to add back the things that are most important, leaving the rest outside.

In the end, both ways leave a clean closet. But one involves intentional removal. The other, intentional addition.

I find that the reality of life today can be summarized by the constant barrage of "things" demanding our attention. We're overwhelmed with stimuli that - consciously and unconsciously - fill our waking time and leave us struggling to approach any single thing with true presence, focus, and intentionality.

But even in the rare times we stop to reevaluate our priorities (cleaning our own closets), we still only remove enough to cram others back in.

After nine months living on a motorcycle, I'm often asked what the biggest lesson has been. It is this. The true, stunning richness of life when forced to treat every day as if it is the second closet.

Instead of waking to a sea of priorities I need to sift through, I start from zero. Every day. Health. Food. Place to sleep. All else is seen for what it requires: things that require conscious efforts to be added back in. Possessions. Relationships. Vices. Comforts of any kind. But also things that occupy my mind. Thoughts. Regrets. Aspirations.

Living this way, I'm reminded day-in and day-out of how the things that I choose to re-add are suddenly more valuable, and how I have the capacity experience them with more intensity than ever before.

Food, when it's there, has more flavor. Conversations, when shared, deeper. Curiosity, more insatiable. And desire, richer. A shower that was once drowning, now felt and appreciated in each, individual drop.

What will you add back into your closet?

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The End of the Road

A 50,000km Motorcycle Journey From Brooklyn to the Edge of the World
A person on an adventure motorcycle rides down a dirt road in the mountains in Peru. Dan Briere.

Story

In July of 2020, I packed up my life in New York City and began riding south on my motorcycle. The plan was simple: ride until reaching Ushuaia, Argentina - the southernmost city in the world.

In the time since, the trip has taken many unforeseen turns. Along the way, I have worked as a carpenter in Central Mexico, as a teacher in rural Colombia, and on a coffee finca in northern Nicaragua. I fell asleep on lost beaches in Oaxaca, fled border patrol in the mountains of southern Honduras, rode through three hurricanes, and somehow became the subject of a local legend in a small town in Guatemala. I backtracked thousands of miles, sailed across two oceans, spent weeks living in remote communities, and navigated an endless battle of COVID lockdowns across the world. But perhaps most importantly, I have looked into the eyes of many along the way and seen a vision of the world that is different from my own. Sometimes I look in the mirror now and see a different reflection myself.

Here, I am finally working to tell the story of this adventure and the incredible humans I have met along the way. I hope you'll follow along.

a Note to the reader

I've been told more than once that I should write a book about this trip. Truthfully, I struggle with how to tell a story that's so close to my heart. I can't say I've figured out the best way to do it yet, but I do feel it's important to share what I can here. I also want to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to the people who've made this journey not just possible, but meaningful.

This is just a glimpse, a brief look into a transformative experience that I'm still processing. I'm not sure when or how the full story will come out, but if you're interested in hearing more as it unfolds, feel free to subscribe below for updates.

A majestic waterfall hidden amidst the mountains of Patagonia, southern Chile, captured by a travel photographer.
Dan Briere, a solo travel blogger explores Salar de Uyuni - a large salt flat in Bolivia - on an adventure motorcycle ride.
Dan Briere rides an adventure motorcycle down a dirt road in Patagonia, Argentina.
Dan Briere rides an adventure motorcycle across a wooden bridge in Peru.
Dan Briere holds his adventure motorcycle in a metal basket over a river in the Amazon region of Ecuador.
Adventure motorcyclists Dan Briere rides dirt road winding through a lush green valley in the mountains of Ecuador.
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Brooklyn, New York

July, 2020

Mexico

Entered Mexico through Texas' Nuevo Laredo border before proceeding through Monterrey and a long stay in Guanajuato. Circled Veracruz, CDMX, and Valle de Bravo before falling sick with Hepatitis in Oaxaca. Continued through Chiapas before encountering border troubles in mountains before Guatemala.

Guatamala

Circled Antigua onto Lago Atitlán. With COVID lockdowns mounting, continued through Guatemala City and towards Honduras.

Honduras

Traversed rural Honduras with fear of further upcoming lockdowns across Central America. Nicaraguan border corruption led to challenges in Tegucigalpa and mountain crossing in the East.

Nicaragua

Central American went into full lockdown. Retreated to northern border region and found work picking coffee on a small farm. Stayed for 3 months, completing the winter harvest. With no hope for further advancement south due to border closures: sold bike in Nicaragua, fled to El Salvador, flew to Colombia.

Colombia

Arrived in Medellin. Found new bike to continue journey, then circled country before returning to rural Antioquia to work at a school. Border closures increased across country, leaving me stranded again. Stored motorcycle, learned to sail, sailed across Caribbean then Atlantic ocean. Returned to motorcycle in January, 2022.

Ecuador

Ecuador's border finally opened as Peru's closed. Rode around the country, staying in small, rural communities along the way. Tried to enter Peru through river entrance in Amazon, but failed. Retreated north to Colombia.

Brazil

Entered Colombia's border outpost in the Amazon: Leticia. Boarded cargo boat on the Amazon river and float 1,000 miles east to Manaus, Brazil. From here, rode 900km across rainforest on abandoned military trail. Rain, heat, and isolation made this the most difficult challenge yet.

Peru

Entered through Amazon region at Puerto Maldonado before traversing Andes north through rural communities to Huaraz. Continued south along coastline, then Puno to Bolivia.

Bolivia

Circled northern mountain communities in Bolivia before proceeding south to Salar de Uyuni. Border challenges with Argentina made for one of the most difficult crossings yet. After three days waiting outside, Argentina allowed me to enter.

Argentina

Explored northern Argentina and proceeded south through desert on Rt. 40 to Mendoza before climbing Andes again into Santiago.

Chile

Entered Santiago, proceeded south to Patagonia, began Rt. 9: La Carretera Austral. Many ferry crossings later, entered Argentina again via General Carerra / Chile Chico. Now in the Arctic.

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Ushuaia, Argentina

Reached the southernmost city in the world. April 2, 2022.

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