“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 254 – 13th January, Wednesday. Sawtell beach.

Another pretty much sleepless night for both of us. I can’t sleep on a slope, so decided to sleep at an angle which meant poor Ant’s feet were poking out of the side door to the van and he had no covers for most of the night. Oops.
Since arriving at this site we have befriended a Magpie Lark which we have named Ralph. He eats everything and anything and has been in the van twice. Funny little thing. Quite happy to come and go every few minutes, in between our legs and on top of our table, but just refuses to pose for a photo.

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