Last night I saw a documentary program on TV featuring the adventurer Tadashi Nagase. Awesome. He spent 30 years walking around the globe, or 40,000 km, with all his belongings on a wheelcart that he pulled around everywhere he went. He had his last leg to finish from Manaus to Porto Velho in Brazilian Amazonia... amid the lairs of oncas (jaguars) and jacares (alligators). He belongs to the same generation as I (he is 50 this year); all these years that I spent in vain he kept walking, walking, walking, to the other side of the world. I was moved.
Why in fact couldn't I live like that?
