Come with me as I take you on my latest weekend adventure. It was a very warm humid morning, almost tropical. Judo and I had been making preparations for the journey ahead so we would be ready in time to meet Dave at the rendezvous point.
Somehow things were already starting to not go as planned. We had arranged to meet Dave outside a swanky financial hub called “Westpac”, but as we approached we noticed he had walked straight past it and he stood there outside the distressed exterior of “Commonwealth Bank”. On a mission, it’s missing small details like this that can make an expedition suddenly go bad. Luckily, I was on the ball and spotted him. “Quick! Toot the horn” I shouted at Judo. Dave was alert and looked up to see our anxious faces. As he jumped into the car we bravely joked about this and the mood lifted.
Our journey to our destination was going to take us a while. Dave was in relatively uncharted territory. The landscape was familiar to me as I had made this journey on a number of occasions before. I had even travelled this way in the blackness of night on my bike, so I enjoyed feeling like the expert for a moment as we motored along cautiously.
The mood in the car seemed to be jovial. Were we masking our feelings of great terror surrounding the mysterious unknown? I was. I’d not experienced this before and neither had Judo. Dave had on one other occasion and he was doing his best to extol the delights at our journey’s end. It was hard not to take on Dave’s enthusiasm. It was on Dave’s recommendation that we pushed on.
As we approached our destination I was excited. I know that the walking ahead of us would lead us to discover secret passages, passages that not many others would dare to take. Walkers before us usually would only follow the guided paths. The paths that only head in one direction… to the end of what may be a temple filled with impossible treasure that only those who dare stumble onto. We set ourselves the goal of one and a half hours to do the round trip and be back at our parked car. Game on.
The excitement mounted and I approached with caution. There was a little uncertainty in our group as we had not picked up a map. Judo was sure that what we were seeking lay at the very end of the temple, Dave and I seemed confident that our prize was close to the start. Looking ahead we could see the first climb was going to be the most difficult. We started up.
“To the left” Dave shouted as Judo was heading off in the wrong direction. “It’s left. Quickly, through here…” He was right. We had just stumbled into the unknown. The colours and noise surrounding us were almost beyond imagination. If I wasn’t experiencing this with my own senses I would not have believed. Decisions decisions.
I looked at the warm glowing light in front of me and almost without hesitation I asked for what I had come for. “I’ll have the 15 meatballs please.” It was a first people. Ikea meatballs, chips dripping with gravy and an unknown sauce called “lingonberry”. The journey was worth it.