“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 258 – 17th January, Sunday, Old Bar, NSW.
Spent the afternoon resting and watching the micro-lites and a bright yellow micro-helicopter landing and taking off next door. I must say, having fallen in love with micro-lites after a flight once before, I was half tempted to hop over the fence and ask one of them to take me up. (We later found out that they probably would have obliged since people from the campsite have asked in the past; gutted.)