So, walking upwards of 9 hours a day gives one a fair amount of time to think. Here is an insight into the mind of a long distance Hiker, I even included a picture of me doing my thoughtful face (I look great in exam halls). Oh and I tried to do bullet points but the wordpress app has foiled me at every turn so you’ll have to imagine them.
Sweden, a country with beautiful countryside and countless amazing trails, but no country pubs…
Why, after millions of years of evolution, are our knees better adapted to walking backwards?
Oh a shop! Better buy some chocolate
With our phone GPS tracking our every move, Google searching knowing our darkest questions and Facebook keeping tabs on everything we do, was Orwell a bit optimistically limited in his vision of Big Brother?
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow bloody shoulders.
I wonder if someone makes centrally heated boots.
My God, this country does have a lot of pine trees.
Some mad fool just told me there’s a place where it doesn’t rain and everything is made warm by a giant ball of fire in the sky. I mean I respect people’s right to believe in their religion but some things are a bit far fetched.
Is it possible to have ones legs surgically replaced with giant springs?
We are nothing more than the sum of our experiences, yet our memories have been shown to constantly rewrite themselves. Can it be argued that we are in fact an entirely new person when we wake up each morning? Do we even remain the same person from moment to moment?
Should have bought more chocolate.
If I swat enough mosquitos, leaving alive only those that don’t land on me, will they eventually evolve to avoid all Freds?
I remember when I used to eat food that didn’t come from a tin, those were the days.
Is anyone even reading this? It’s been so long since I read the news London could have been hit by an atom bomb and I wouldn’t know…
Maybe I’m the only person left alive….
Wait no, there’s someone peeing behind that tree.
Only three more hours till lunchtime!
If each kilo you carry burns ten calories per mile, how many many more miles can I lug this pasta around before it becomes nutritionally void?
Hmm, I should write all this down for a blog post.