TRACKING THE WENDIGO

I have various sacks and bags and satchels and hold-alls and carriers lying around all over the place - and various things that would look good inside said conveyers - and now the fun of deciding what to take begins in earnest. I'm playing around with it and tomorrow I hope to go for a long walk with a full backpack to decide finally whether or not it is too heavy for 6-8 weeks of hitchhiking/CouchSurfing/Camping madness.

The route, like The Song, remains the same. Noora (who I believe is still in Europe SOMEWHERE) is attending the Nowhere Festival outside Zaragoza in early July, so where exactly we'll meet remains a mystery...

The nerves... Oh how they kick in when you have to click CONFIRM for an online ferry booking.

The only thing that really remains with regard to this adventure is to get up one morning and walk out the front door, and I find myself repeating the adage that "there is no courage without fear, there is no courage without fear"....

Reading Hakim Bey last night, now travel really does appear to be the manifestation of the dynamic and fluid lifestyle that is really the greatest freedom a human being can recognise. At least with nomadism there is a constant effort not to crystallize the self or one's thoughts because there is a constant change in one's surroundings. Which perhaps is conducive to creativity and inspiration, thought and freedom. I think I have decided what the "other book" I'm taking travelling is going to be :P