“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
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Day 253 – 12th January, Tuesday. Sawtell beach.
The lopsided parking space in the woods. We have decided (due to what we think must be jellyfish stings covering my boobs and Ants bits) to stay out of the water for a couple of days and heal. So I treated myself to a couple of bottles of a nice Australian red and settled down with a book called “Tuk Tuk to the Road” which is the story of two English girls who drove a 3-wheeled Tuk Tuk from Bangkok to Brighton in aid of the mental health charity, MIND. Puts our little adventure to shame.