“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
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Day 263 – 22nd January, Friday, Stockton.
Swam again in the sea in the morning, but no sharks this time. We then headed south to meet Liam’s parents and get into the mood for the “Biggie”. We drove from Hawk’s Nest around Port Stephens and along the very dusty Medowie road down to Stockton where we found the house and pulled Betsy up at the back and met the most wonderful family with the most inspirational attitude to life. Narelle was at work, but Liam’s Dad, Gav and his Brother, Weap, put on a lovely BBQ with people coming and going all evening. It wasn’t long before we had met most of the people going to the festival and had sunk a fair few beers.