Hiking
'You're not worthy of a uniform. You're but an amoebae.' Words stuck in my mind forever. Day 1 of compulsory military service. I'd just come back from Thailand. I was tanned. And in shock. I was standing in a corridor, looking like
In a rushed existence where you're bombarded by stimulation and information, the stillness of a flat, sandy desert is almost confronting in its nothingness.
I remember my first fitness watch. It was a revelation. I love to hike, and whilst part of that experience was the uncertainty around what’s next, suddenly knowing how far I’d walked enabled me to relax more. An hour ahead of time? Pack down, have a snooze in
Solitude is sometimes bliss. No mobile reception. No people. No cars. Everything you need packed neatly (well, that's what I strive for anyway)) in a pack on my back. I want for nothing. This is my happy place.