To say it’s been the most mentally and physically challenging few months of my life would be an understatement. I’ve pulled my horse from a swamp, dealt with would-be thieves and even chased my spooked horse 3km to avoid being stranded. I definitely get funny looks from locals when I say I’m riding gantsaara (alone) here. Probably because it’s a bloody spectacle watching me trying to lift my clothes, tent, food,15 kg of camera equipment plus a tripod and laptop onto my pack horse in one unflattering effort.
But it’s moments like this that make it worth it. Moments that I dreamt of leaving to find. Truly alone, looking not only out, but deeply in.
I’ve just finished reading #sapiensbook and, for a while there, it left me a little uncharacteristically pessimistic....science can be cold at times.
It’s hard to imagine that individual ideologies are predictable based on social circles...and in an evolutionary sense, good intentions carry no universal favour.
That said, if more people spent their Friday nights staring down into the void of space.....we could all agree on how incredible it is...to just be.