“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, 2 February 2010
Day 271 – 30th January, Saturday. St Ives, North Sydney.
Slightly worse for wear and still laughing about the previous night’s antics, we said our very sad goodbyes (am so glad Narelle was at work, my eyes wouldn't have held back the tears) and drove south towards Sydney where we found a horse showground in the middle of nowhere. The ranger said we could stay overnight. The facilities were almost non-existent, but the wildlife was fantastic (more possums, very friendly Kookaburras and large bats), and the token cost was a bonus too.