The two fishermen blundered back in the night roaring drunk, having caught no fish of course, they were bloody useless at catching fish.

The days paddle was uneventful. What took a whole day on the way up flew by in less less than two hours.

I’d seen this scenery before, but looking at it from a different angle gives a new perspective, just as it does in life.

I ended up at Lumi Jetes, the restaurant I’d stopped in on my way up. Nobody was there this time, save the dog who lived outside and tried to be a guard dog, but was way too friendly.

I rephrased my thoughts on romanticisation and added a couple of points. Firstly, authenticity is important. I’d never plan to camp in a storm, because it wouldn’t have the same effect. A story has to be genuine and authentic to be a good story. In fact I suppose my approach is to not plan, and therefore have more adventurous and romantic experiences as a result of this unpredictability.

Secondly this isn’t a system I’m trying to live by or suggesting others live by, rather I came to write all this because I was theorising about the way I think. I’m not suggesting we ought to live like this, rather it’s my attempt at explaining the way I act. I’m suggesting that I used to follow the following framework subconsciously, and I’ve become conscious of this. Just a theory of course, and perhaps a narrative that I’ve created to explain my actions that in fact doesn’t come close to the truth.