It has not really sunk in yet, the whole 8 months that have passed from the seat of a motorcycle. Riding across two continents to reach Ireland has been a challenge and a valuable undertaking.  Dealing with corrupt cops, bureaucratic paper pushing consular officials, drunken angry men & twitchy AK-47 swinging border guards, has all be a new and exciting challenge (occasionally frustrating).  But for each of the few rotten eggs that I met along the way, I have surely met one hundred gracious, welcoming & friendly people. People…