It's no secret that my map and direction skills were always useless,
but it was even a surprise to me that today I got totally confused
trying to get to my square. Then, once I found it, I noticed how dense
it looked and how hard it would be to find the mound.
But no. Some handy person has already put up a
plaque for it! And see! See how the people flock to experience
such a monument!
+ POW Camps
It seems strange to me that these 2 camps were only separated by
a small road. I guess the lack of any physical barriers is what
makes this so particularly unbelievable. Now, the area is over grown
and densely packed with trees. Small paths nip in at the edges,
but never lead anywhere in particular.
It's disconcerting when you've followed a path and you don't know
where it goes, and that's the fun, and you can hear traffic all
around you but not see the road and you think you know roughly where
you're heading, and roughly how to get back out. But you just can't.
keep feeling as though someone is following me.
only bit of cleared ground around me is the path I'm standing on.
I know that I'm roughly facing towards The Avenue because I can
hear it. Off to my right I can also hear an alarm sounding, so I
know I haven't travelled that far. Still close enough to hear both
roads. But distances means nothing when you've been walking a wiggly
path and there's no horizon in front, behind or to the sides of
you. I could have miraculously walked 3 miles in the space of 3
minutes or I could be 50 metres from where I locked my bike. I could
almost be anywhere.
And then you're reminded. A dog leaps from nowhere and takes objection
to you taking over its path. A flustered owner follows, apologising
and trying to call the dog back. Then you know you're lost in some
wilderness, or exploring a jungle or lost to the rest of the world.
The internal narrative stops.