Days walked: -4
Kilometres to Santiago: My brain hurts trying to figure it out
Weather: Cold and wet
Mood: Full excitement
My insides are like a happy cauldron,
bubbling away, growing faster and louder as the day nears.
Packing. Unpacking. Repacking.
Dismissing items with focused intent.
Time evaporates. Condensates. Drips on.
Departure is imminent.
All around me bushfires crackle.
I pour water dutifully, repectfully, but feel like an observer already in a distant land.
Occassionally I throw a measure of kerosene. Kaboom.
Yes, I am still here.
Packing. Unpacking. Repacking. Restless.
Then finally, I open my eyes and I am here.