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“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Wednesday 2 September 2009

Day 116 - 28th August, Friday - Dubrovnik.

I had absolutely nothing left to read, so we arranged all our books in a pile outside the van with a sign that read ‘English Book Swap’ and disappeared off to the beach. When we came back for lunch someone had taken a Dan Brown and not left us anything in return…. So, still determined to believe there was an honest person in the camp with books to exchange, I revised my sign slightly and went back to the beach.

By the time we came back at tea time, we had two fantasy books (about the Beast of Gor!?) and a Patricia Cornwell. Not bad for a first sweep. (…Oh not forgetting of course the religious Italian Zen book Ant had allowed earlier!! lol)


Evening entertainment came in the form of the hotel next door’s cabaret coming in over the loud speakers followed by some noisy Italian hippies who were sat in a ring of candles chatting behind us until the early hours.

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