Sunday 5th December 2010.
Talks of setting off at first light are smothered by sleep and an overcast morning. The smell of pipe and soft conversation waft around with random comments of the musical genius of Jack Johnson. Subdued mumbles become less frequent as they are replaced by laughter and guitar strumming.
Muller walks in sporting a cycle bib for the first time. Stretchy pants are an interesting sensation the first time you slap the straps over your shoulders. Laughter erupts as he looks down and says "everything...is here".
Few things are being taken for granted all around us- but that will only seem relevant to them later. Little white switches that turn lights and kettles on. Hot showers, flushing toilets with a seemingly unlimited supply of toilet paper... and Pride and Prejudice flickering on a TV.
We helped the next door neighbour move some shelves from his bathroom to the garage. That was only entertaining because the gran sat in the garden with what seemed to be a towel wrapped around her chest. My eyes made contact with Barend's and we erupted into laughter right there in front of the man of the house. Such moments can never be forgotten.
It's really quiet around here. Peaceful. Subdued. Lunch has come and gone and eyes are closed. But this too shall end. The Nine take on the world in just a moment and I will drive back to civilization.
May the next few thousand kilometers be absolutely incredible for each one of you. Whether that is metaphorical, physical or spiritual.
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