“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 265 – 24th January, Sunday, Stockton.
Don’t even ask me to remember what happened today – my brain was scrambled and I think my stomach took pretty much all day to accept food. By the time late afternoon came, we had ventured down the road to The ‘Gladdy’s’ pub for a hair-of-the-dog. The boys headed over to Jack’s to listen to him and his band jamming and the girls went back to the house to wallow in the pool for a while.