Explore. Explore. Explore. That was my mandate. I drove the Baja down random side roads, across open pastures, and navigated woodland paths littered with thorny brush. (I had the scratch wounds to prove it.) Ah, the freedom of motorcycle mobility. Trail rides and empty beaches were my rewards. My stops included Crocodile Rock, a series of rounded stone formations by the beach. I saw none of the landmark’s namesakes, but did spot two Asian elephants on a stroll and couldn’t resist getting a closer look. Ill-advised? Yep. Rather than stomp my stupid ass into dust, Team Dumbo scampered off when alerted to my presence.

South of Arugam Bay, I found the real treasure…

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