“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

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

Day 293 – 21st February, Sunday. Bendigo.

It was way too hot to sleep last night and not a breath of wind to breeze through the van, so we woke fairly groggy and still very tired and decided to spend the afternoon laying on the grass in Rosalind Park, reading under the shade of the trees, (still got a few too many books to fit in the suitcase!!! Lol).
We were going to have a Sunday roast too, but it was just too hot to cook one, so we all opted for a Chinese takeaway and another attempt at an early night.

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