Realised after posting yesterday that my thoughts on the wilderness had been prompted, in part, by a chat I'd enjoyed earlier in the day with some of our ex-students, Satvik, Mihir & Vikaash, now engaged in their stint of National Service. They'd been telling about the challenges & rewards of a training exercise they'd had to do in the jungles of Brunei. I doubt very much that I'd be up to the demands of such training these days or even when I was their age, for that matter. But I still envied them deeply.
Found myself afterwards thinking of surviving crossing Black Hill with Tony in my prime. Not sure why I'd like to find myself in impossibly black mud up to my upper thighs and facing the deep uncertainty of ever getting out alive. But I would.
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