“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
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Day 145 – 26th September, Saturday.
I slept in late, after we both spent considerable time in the early hours of the morning chasing two mosquitoes around the room – they are so much easier to kill in a small space than they are in a large room – as soon as you caught sight of one it would fly towards the curtains making it impossible to see, or it’s partner-in-crime would come flying at you from a different direction and distract you. After killing one on the window, we gave up on the second and tried to get back to sleep. I did manage to catch up on some sleep in the afternoon whilst Ant and his Dad went to the pub to watch the football.