I’m scared. Terrified. Apprehensive. But also excited. Pumped. And Intrigued.
I’ve been back-tracking this last month, thinking about why I signed up to this outrageous journey in the first place.
Who in their right-mind wants to continuously walk for not only one but two whole months, through a desert which happens to be one of the largest in this big wide world? Who would consciously agree to face thrashing sandstorms and daily 30 degree temperature changes?
Who chooses to acquire a plethora of foot injuries and be scared stiff by potential attacks of wild dogs? And all with a bunch of twelve other clearly deranged, thrill-seeking strangers?