“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, 10 January 2010

Day 243 – 2nd January 2010, Saturday

After Mum and Jon went hiking in the bush yesterday and spotted not one but two wild Koala’s, we decided to venture out and see if we could do the same (Pete sensibly stayed home). We donned tick-proof footwear, hats and shades and set out across the fields behind the house towards the Eucalypt forests. I only wished I had remembered the bug repellent too, because whatever was feasting on us made sure we knew about it – Ant must have had something trapped in his top, because he returned with 6 enormous mounds on his shoulder and more on his legs and I had a few nasties on my back and arms. Not good. We got pissed on by a huge group of black and orange spotted Cicadas, walked through numerous spiders webs and didn’t see a single sodding Koala! But on the bright side, thanks to Mary’s army-march pace, we worked off some Christmas calories and earnt ourselves a takeaway.
Only in Australia would you be forced to drive 40 odd kms for an Indian, but by God I’m glad Pete did – I haven’t had a curry like that in months!

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