“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
Saturday, 2 January 2010
Day 240 – Wednesday 30th December
We were kindly invited to witness the bird feeding at Tom and Pat’s in the afternoon which should actually have been renamed ‘getting slaughtered’. We had an absolutely amazing afternoon sitting out on their decking, chatting, watching the birds and drinking a ridiculous amount of alcohol, including some whiskey and Rum liqueurs which were 52% proof and made locally on Tamborine Mountain. They had a hilarious effect on Ant, who, upon reaching home, decided to go to sleep underneath our van on the concrete floor! Pete staggered straight to bed – it was only 8:30pm.