I spent this evening daydreaming about possible expeditions. Fittingly, in the pub just down the road from the Royal Geographical Society.
Why, having returned to the comparative comfort of the UK and and a steady line of happily fulfilling research, I’m compelled to chew on details of situations in distant countries, I can’t really justify. I think it’s perhaps that I’ve been reading Eric Newby’s ‘A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush’ whilst riding the tube. The modestly yet heroic prose doesn’t compel you towards a sedentary and easily satisfied life. I’ve almost finished it, what should I read next?
From our musings and ramblings, I think we ended up with a few questions.
- Do we know enough to start this project?
- Do we know people who could fill in our gaps?
- Do we have the time/money/energy/willpower to make it happen?
- There are lots of good causes working towards similar goals, should we just volunteer for them?
- In terms of conservation, will it really make a difference?
- Will people think it’s a good idea?
- Do any of the above matter?
Either way, I’m glad that a spot of luck has brought me this far. Here’s why I love Mondays.