A Two-Colored Brocade

Sometimes I burn like a
candle from expectation;
sometimes I weep like a
spring cloud.
You see the candle's
radiance and are happy,
but you don't see the fire
at its head.

It's one of the things which you wouldn't notice normally, something which you live with day by day, but you just sort of ignore its being there. Just like the air, so evident yet so transparent. You wouldn't see it unless it's coloured or pressurized. When you leave the library and walking down the hill towards the parking lot at around 2245 with 18 books in your arms and less than 2 months till the deadline you feel what you've always known, that you are by yourself.

Hands

My uni staff email account expired today, 3 months after I left the position. I knew it was today, but I didn't realize today was it. It's gone, just like that, following the contingent nature of all things ever existed, are and will be brought into being. You reach out your hands in a futile attempt to contain the water falling from the shower nozzle high above. They stayed there for a while and the next second they showed their obedience to Gravity. You may ask "why?" even though you've already known the answer.

Magdalena asked me last year whether I would feel sorry should I failed to get the position. I said I wouldn't for what was there to sorry about that was never yours? Like if you were never born, you wouldn't be sorrying about your non-existence, would you? But, well, it's not an appropriate example because you do feel sad regarding, say, relationship that never has the chance to materialize which is of course never yours.

Sleeplessness

I couldn't fall asleep the other day, had absolutely no idea why really; I was sleepless again last night, this time the reason was not alien to me.

It was a mixed feeling which you are probably familiar with. It encapsulated both excitement and fear. You finally had a wonderful opportunity to actually get to know her, it has been quite a torture of not having any constructive means for doing so since you first saw her. But just like the nature of any hopes, it terrifies you for the other side of high hope is high casualty. You start to analyze again, yes, every single word, action and look.

The trembling text-messaging fingers are back, and the anxiety in between is once more so familiar. You need allies which can provide you with life-saving informations. You don't know how this will evolve, the only thing you're sure of is that you can't get her out of your mind.

The World is Not Enough

In this world in which we inhabit we are unable to express ourselves truthfully, or at all, and an alternative is thus required because man's heart is not content. Throughout the history it found its outlet in art under its various forms. In recent years, it found in blogs an ideal, free and most of all, least time-consuming means to compensate the incompetence. Express yourself, the motto of all blogs is thus because that's what you are incapable of.

The virtue of virtual reality lies in its nature- virtual, which inherently disconnects it from the non-virtual. Hence all virtual expressions of the sentiment is to be disengaged automatically from the individual, which is non-virtual, the moment it is typed. The daily interaction between men ceased to have significances of any kind for the virtual has taken over the non-virtual as the supreme contender in this game of communication.

In consequence, the virtual becomes the real, and vice versa. And man, despite being aware of the substitution taking place, is powerless in this regard for he knows not how to express himself in a real setting occupied by equivalents. The counter measure cunningly devised is that of frivolity. Under its guise, man is to survive the day and head back for the safety of virtual reality. As a result, there is nothing left in the world but the virtual, ergo the world is not enough.

Port Augusta, South Australia

Yesterday I came home early from the library, around 1730 because I wasn't in the right mood for my thesis- sitting there the whole afternoon and can just barely squeeze out a couple of shameful lines, despite the glorious 2 pages the day before.

Today, following last night's dedication of searching for good free Mac games on the internet, I stumbled upon Oberin, a Mac only online multiplayer role-playing game (I know, I shouldn't be playing games but studying). Unlike any other games that I've played over the years, in Oberin the name of your character needs to be approved by a Game Master before you can settle with it, and that gives me quite a lot of headache. First, it always takes me ages to come up with a name I like. Second, my first bid for an official name, Skotos, was met with I'm sorry.

So right now I'm trying to come up with a good one and somehow my thoughts found them drifted towards Australia and the places I'd been while I was there. Well, if I should go to the Game Master with an Adelaide, Darwin o Sydney proposal I would surely be sent back to where I'm now. It's got to be something less heard of.

Then there's Aileron, I wonder if Mike's still working there on his giant statue or has he moved somewhere else? I scrolled down the map and saw Port Augusta. Funny how such a tiny sector on the map would take me such a long time to cover on my pushbike, boy, I did spend quite a while there, didn't I? Long enough that I greeted the librarian the way I would to my neighbour and vice versa, so you're off to Coober Pedy tomorrow eh, son? I got acquainted with the local doc so well, that I even rang him to say goodbye.

I remember the way the commercials put the name of the locality at the end, like blah blah blah Aussie Bloke Pharmaceutical, Port Augusta. They were the kind of low-budget, fast-talking, appearing-3-in-a-row-or-alternatively types. The wounded kangaroo wrapped in a blanket in the backseat of the car; chatting with the seemingly tired girl who went out for some fresh air while I was cooking dinner in the car park next to the cheap hotel; and the two... Blast it! I'm back in my usual in-search-of-lost-time mood, I shouldn't travel so much because that will inevitably produce more "lost times", but the world is too big and the desire to see them all too great, so I'm hopeless.

Bin Laden says US should convert

Saw the headline on the BBC site and upon seeing it my first reaction was to laugh.

Gee, it has already been more than half a decade since the one morning that I stared at the telly with disbelief. 6 years later I would think about Kelsey and her tears while she narrated, 5 years ago, her personal account of the event.

Tour Report: 9th to 20th of August, Day 3 to Day 14, Taipei

After 6 days working as an interpreter for the Honduras U17 football team I found myself back in my sister's place. I was planning to leave Taipei and head for Keelung this Friday(17), but the idea was being postphoned by typhoon Sepat, the third that coincided with my journey. So I waited and waited till I finally got to leave the capital by the 21st.

By the 19th of august the sky was cleared of all ill temper, but my resolution was shaken. Well, not exactly resolution, but rather the willingness to keep cycling. Too much rest days and the unstable weather had taken its toll on me, it was just so meaningless, I didn't like leaving home just to stay in another house, I was suppose to be out there sweating and all that, and not watching the telly or surfing the net for days on end.

So by the 20th when the weather was clearer than ever, my thoughts, on the contrary, were overshadowed by the idea of hitting home. 12 days off the bike really had an enormous effect on me, I had somehow sank back into the sedentary hole from which I managed to escape some 14 days earlier. That was when you realized that you were not so strong psychologically as you liked to imagine.

My willingness to quit was doubled by the news that another atmospheric depression was forming some 2000km to the east of Taiwan and there was the low but possible probability that it might effect us. Therefore despite that the 20th was a glorious day for some jolly decent cycling, I stayed in Taipei, indecisive of what I should do.

Still, I couldn't quit just yet, the reason was simple - 177k was just so shameful. At least I had to make it to Ilan because the forecast said that for the next 3 days the weather seemed to be still quite good. However, that wasn't the real reason behind my reluctance to go home at this point, the real reason behind was that I couldn't go home like that! I didn't feel like going back, you know, it was just a feeling, I knew that I wasn't ready to go home, and even if I did I wouldn't be happy to settle down to concentrate on my dissertation, my mind would still linger on the trip and of what could have been.

I can't go home just yet, it wasn't the way to put an end to this. I had to keep going. I need to go to Ilan.

***

八月九號至二十號

在六天的隨團翻譯工作結束之後我再次回到我姐家。本來是想要兩天後（17號）繼續上路前往基隆，但是天公不作美，馬上又給我來了一個聖柏，這已是我這次環島所遇到的第三個颱風了。聖柏對我之後的旅程造成了決定性的影響，因為它把連接宜蘭和花蓮的蘇花公路給弄壞了。

到了19號時颱風已過而且天氣晴朗，但是我卻不想繼續騎了。太多時間待在同一個地方沒有進展再加上天氣不穩定好一天壞一天使我動身的意願動搖。照這樣騎下去的話一點意思也沒有，我不是因為要住別人家才離家的，我應該在太陽下騎車、前進，而不是在別人家當宅男。

20號，風和日麗，但我的心情卻烏雲密佈。天氣因素加上太多的休息使我佇足不前，我又安逸了下來，而這安逸又使我變得沒用了。這時你就會再次地了解到自己並不是像想像中的堅強。但這也是只有一個人時的優點：不管你喜不喜歡，你都被迫要面對它，沒有別人可以依靠。

連日無謂的休息加上預報說台灣東方海面2000公里處又有低氣壓形成，機會不大但有可能會變成另一道颱風侵襲台灣。所以縱使20日是外出愉悅騎車遊玩的良辰吉日，我卻待在家裡，猶豫不決。騎還是不騎？這就是問題所在。

但，不論如何我不能如此輕易地就打道回府。原因很簡單：177公里實在是讓先人蒙羞的少。就算蘇花斷了，我最少也要騎到宜蘭，因為氣象預報說之後三天應該會是好天氣。但其實里程數的多少並不是讓我繼續的真正原因，真正的原因是我不能這樣就回家！我並不想回家！這是一個fu的問題，我還沒準備好要回去。因為我知道即使我真的在台北就結束玩樂坐車回沙鹿，我也不會甘心就這樣坐下來寫論文，我並不想讓它就此結束，我全部的心思會繼續留在環島而不是課業上，我會坐立難安，我會不停地想那未完的旅程。這樣就回去一點意義（實質或非實質的）也沒有。

我不能這樣就回家，我會終結這次的旅行，但台北不是結束它的地方，時機未到。我必須繼續，我必須去宜蘭。

Tour Report: 8th of August, Day 2, Hsinchu - Taipei, 93k

The wind outside was playing the imperial march while I woke up. I didn't have to look out of the window to know that the trees were all bowing down before its presence. But I did anyway, and they were. Still haven't made up my mind as to cycle or not to cycle, so I packed my gear without much haste despite it was already 7am. By the time Irma, the bike, was loaded, I was delighted to find out that the weather was better than superb. According to the ecclesiastical chauffeur, following the then coastal Expressway No.15 all the way to Taipei was without the slightest doubt so much faster than the Provincial Highway No.1, contrary to the comparison I made on the map. But I decided to have faith in the locals.

However, as time went by, my faith dwindled. Then it went through a complete crisis after I found out, about some 40 minutes later, that I was just approaching NanLiao. Only now did I finally realized why the chauffeur said it was faster: despite being the longer route, it bypassed the major towns and big cities, so thanks to that it was indeed much faster - for a motored vehicle. But I was on a pushbike you see.

When I was exchanging information with the roadside truck drivers, one of them offered to give me a lift to Taoyuan, in 2 hours you will be there. It was a very enticing offer because, first, it was around 10am already and I wasn't on the right track; and, second, it started to drizzle again. But I wasn't to give up just yet, no matter how much my legs liked the idea. So I pushed on and took the County Road No.118 to Jhubei just before Sinfong. After an idyllic 5k I was back on Provincial Hwy No.1.

It felt superb to be back on the track, but it was a short lived one. The seemingly short distance between Jhubei and Yangmei was heavily guarded by headwinds. The ambush started there, and they just kept blowing and blowing and blowing at my face till the sun went down. I was quickly worn out by their persistent blows and the pathetic little hills, which would normally pose no threat to my stamina at all. Even my downhill speed was reduced to less than 10km/h.

It was noon, the sun was high in the sky, and soared likewise was my temper. It was frustrating this ultra slow haul, and on the way up yet another hill I finally had it, mustering the strength I had left, I jumped off the bike before a crew of road construction workers.

While I sat there hiding from the sun and replacing the lots of liquids I'd lost, one of the workers, a middle-aged woman, approached me with bags of rice in her hands. Later she also brought me several bottles of water enough to fill the Shihmen Reservoir. So there I was having lunch by the side of the road with a bunch of dirty workers, but I couldn't be prouder to be side by side with my benefactor. When I was done, I was ready to confront the wind.

Reality showed that the wind was commited to take up the challenge, it was a test of wills. Slowly yet steadily I made my way towards Jhongli and then Taoyuan. I was thinking about ringing Benita, but later figured what good would it does anyway, she was in Guanyin, some 20 to 30k to the west, while it was already 1700 and my destination was still some 3 hours to the east. So I pushed on. By the time I reached Jhonghe, where my sister and brother-in-law lived, I had not a trickle of strength left in my body and I can only cruise on my smallest gear (the smallest ring in the front and the biggest ring in the rear). I was beat after 11 hours on the road.

***

八月八號.

當我醒來時窗外的風正大肆的吹奏著帝國進行曲，不用想也知道外面的花草樹木都屈服在它的淫威之下。我還沒決定到底要怎樣，是要坐車，還是要騎？但我其實已有坐車的打算了，所以我慢慢的整理裝備，但是當我終於整裝待發走出教堂時外面的天氣卻是萬里無雲。根據教堂御用司機之言，走濱海15號快速公路會比走台一線快到台北。雖然這跟我在地圖上計算的結果不同，但我還是決定相信當地人的話。

但是差不多40分鐘之後我對 "當地人之言" 的信心完全粉碎，因為我才剛要接近南寮！直到這時我才完全了解到為什麼御用司機會說走濱海公路比較快：因為它閃過了很多大大小小的鄉鎮和都市，所以縱使它比較長，往來的車輛卻會比較早到目的地。但問題是我騎的是自行車，這對我一點好處也沒有，只會讓我花更多時間走多餘的路。

就當我在路旁和大卡車司機討論路線時，其中一位自願讓我人和車撘他便車去桃園。只要兩個小時就到了，他說。這當時對我來說是個妙到不行的主意，因為幾乎整個早上已經被我在這裡瞎逛逛到沒了，而且現在天上又開始飄下雨來。但我還是不能接受他的好意，我要先試過在說，反正路上車這麼多，真的不行時再撘便車就好了，我不能連試都沒試就給他放棄了，我不是吃飽太閒來放棄的。所以我繼續回到車上，於經過南寮之後我右轉走縣道118號接竹北。之後在騎了5公里令人心曠神怡的小路我終於再次接上台一線。這是令人振奮的一刻！但那高昂的士氣很快的就將消失殆盡...

在竹北跟楊梅這短短一段等著我的竟然是永無止盡的逆風。那些小山丘也因逆風的關係而壯大聲勢，變的有如喜馬拉雅山似的，連下坡時我的速度竟然也超不出每小時10公里。不久(但感覺起來像是過了一輩子)，我也因此而疲憊不堪。當我在那裡緩慢地拖著我笨重的車前進時正好日正當中、艷陽高照，相對的，我的脾氣也節節提升。

就在我緩緩的攻上那一個接一個的山坡時我終於受夠了，我聚集所有剩下的力量跳下車來。而不偏不倚地，就在我停下來地方的旁邊坐了一群正在休息的修路工人。其中一個中年婦人看我坐在那裡喝水吃餅乾的樣子就爬起來，朝我走了過來。她的手中握著好幾包的白飯和一包鹹菜。之後她又帶了多到可以讓石門水庫潰堤的礦泉水來給我。所以我中午就在這一群全身是土的工人旁補充精力。雖然是坐在塵土飛楊的路旁吃那不起眼的飯，但我卻因為可以坐在那婦人旁而格外感覺驕傲。

當我再次爬起來時，我已經準備好要來跟風作面對面的對抗了。

而事實也證明了那風也是有備而來，這是一場意志力的對決，我唯一的出路就是咬牙騎到台北，因為它是不會主動退出這場競賽的。緩慢的，我一步一步地騎過中壢，接著桃園。當我下午5點在桃園時本來是想打給貝拉，但後來想說觀音離桃園還有一段距離，再者我現在離今天的終點尚有三小時的車程(就平常的速度而言是不用三小時的，但現在我已經很疲憊了，兩天下來的平均時速差不多12.2公里，所以三小時是合理的估算。兩年沒騎車，體力的差別很明顯)，所以我略俟休息後就繼續趕路。

因為天色已黑，再加上在忽然所有的房屋、商店都不見了，剩下的只有黑漆漆的山壁及昏暗的道路，所以在迴龍好幾公里的下坡時我不安的想著說如果走錯路要調回頭的話我就真的要騎到12點才會到。好險事後證明這是庸人自擾。當我騎到中和時我體內已經沒有任何力量，我只是撐著用最輕檔(齒盤前面放最小，後面放最大)一路雙腳慢慢地旋轉(spin) 到我姐和姐夫住的地方。在經過了今天的11小時之後我已經精疲力竭。

Tour Report: 7th of August, Day 1, Shalu - Hsinchu, 84k

It was 0940 when I took the right turn and slid out of the front gate of the uni with grace. The shocked and consequently dumbfounded expression on the guard's face was priceless, I couldn't help grinning. The first stop was the Japanese department, followed by the Spanish and ended with the ATM of the post office. There concluded the short trip to the uni and the beginning of the proper ride.

In a little more than an hour I found myself entering Dajia. If my memory services me right, it had already been like 6 years since the last time I was here. Didn't linger for too long, just pedalled through, but the impression it gave me wasn't too bad. However, it could be just me for I was fresh setting off and the elements hadn't had their hands on me yet.

Shortly after lunch in a roadside FamilyMart somewhere between Yuanli and Tongsiao, it started first to drizzle and then shower down the road. The weather forecast man surely wasn't bullshitting this time. After a gentle round of verbally versatile rhetorical exchange with the rain under the shade of a grocery store, I put my sleeping bag in the heavy duty black garbage bag courtesy of the friendly folks over there at the Arigato gozaimasu department, and my handlebar bag in another one. With rain and safety (reflective vest, thanks Grace!) gear up, I promptly got out of shelter.

Guaranteed To Keep You Dry™ my ass, about an hour into cycling in the rain I was soaking wet, not from the rain breaching the outer shell, but from the gathering moisture and sweat imprisoned inside the barrier, let alone my rain pants which were just normal nylon. At the end of the day I was as wet as the result of a galactic orgasm.

Then before me the road bifurcated into two separate ways all leading to Hsinchu, one followed the faster coastal Expressway No.61; and the other was the originally planned route, longer yet faithful to the old Provincial Highway No.1 through Toufen. I'd been trying of no avail to get in touch with A-Pe ever since I past Tongsiao trying to tell her that I was in the vicinity. So I rang her again and waited for sometime at the bifurcation. Upon not getting any replies and the hour too late I decided to take the No.61 and head for the day's destination directly.

Just as I was taking a break from the uphill made incessant by the rain and chatting with the farmer, Mi-Er and A-Pe rang. But calculating the extra kilometres, the hour and the strength I had left, I knew it was already too late for me to turn back at this point. When I reached Toufen I wouldn't be able to do the remaining 18k to Hsinchu. So I pushed on and when I finally hit Hsinchu the moon was hanging high on the sky.

The church charged me an extortionate NT500 (US15) for one night, surely the nun was passionate about ripping off sincere, talented yet short-of-fund youth. Hsinchu strikes me as an odd place, it didn't feel like a city at all, only later did I found out that I hadn't entered the city yet, I was still in the outskirt. That night it rained and the wind blew so that alone in the spacious room inside the church with only the cellphone connecting me to the outside world, keeping in touch with any real human beings, my thoughts were overshadowed by the following day's ride to Taipei.

***

八月七號.

早上9點40我優雅的做個90度的彎衝出學校大門往清水方向快速推進。當我8點半緩緩騎進學校時，站在門口校警隊工讀生那像看到神經病的表情真是讓我想到就好笑。校內拍照比耶的第一站是日文系，接著是西文系，最後是郵局的提款機。

約莫一個小時之後我人已經在大甲溪橋上。如果我沒有紀錯的話，最近一次來大甲已經是6、7年前大二或大一的事了，我對自己國家地理的不熟悉也不是完全沒有理由。我並沒有在大甲逗留太久，但是它給我的印象還不算太差，可是現在說還不準因為我才剛開始騎不久，速度不錯，士氣還算高昂，也還沒有遇到任何狂風或是暴雨。

像是預言般似的，於苑裡和通霄中某處路旁的一間就是你家吃過中餐後不久毛毛細雨就開始在天上隨風而飄。起先我還不是很在意，但當它倏地變形成磅礡的天殺大雨時我只好落荒而逃趕緊找地方躲起來。在和從天而降的生命泉源低聲辯論過一些有關長輩的議題之後，我把手把袋用塑膠袋包著，睡袋則放進日文系熱情贊助的黑色大垃圾袋裡。我也穿上雨衣、雨褲和反光背心繼續前進。

在雨中騎了差不多一個小時，我因為穿雨衣濕氣跑不出去加上流汗而全身溼透，當我騎完之後我就濕的有如剛看完A片似的。“保證讓您乾爽”，再一次證明了廠商的廣告總是誇大不實，而且價格貴的嚇人。

不久，台一線分叉：一條比較長，經過頭份通往新竹；另一條比較短，接西濱61號快速公路直接連新竹。自從經過通霄之後我便一直打給阿pe，但都沒有人接，我在交叉口又等了一會兒卻也是沒有回應。最後因為時間的壓力，我當下就決定走較短的西濱跳過頭份。但就當我於騎上那因雨勢而更顯永無止盡的小山坡而疲憊不堪在路旁和農夫交換有關天氣的訊息時，她們打了過來。但這為時已晚，等我折返，再到頭份時我早就沒有精力再騎到新竹，而且等到那時天色勢必已晚。

我一向不是很喜歡晚上趕路。在冰島有一次因為朋友早上六點多的飛機，所以我就摸黑拔營動身前往差不多30幾公里外的機場送行。不久，當地的朋友聽到這件事之後，卻跟我說我走的那條公路上傳言有女鬼出沒。

所以我就繼續沿著西濱走，當我抵達新竹時月亮已經高掛在天邊。當然，我不是因為怕遇到阿飄而毅然決定走西濱，這是原則的問題。

經過路人指點，我住進一間教堂裡。那修女我不用懷疑，直接認定她是掛羊頭賣狗肉，因為她竟然跟我索取500元住宿費！這簡直是土匪搶人，現在就只差她頭上戴著絲襪、手中握著棒球棍我就可以叫警察來抓人了。但因為我又髒又餓又累只想洗澡吃飯睡覺所以保護費繳一缴就給他進去了。當晚狂風大作，而雨就像洩洪一樣撲天蓋地淹了下來，獨自坐在空蕩蕩的教堂內寬敞的房間裡，我唯一跟外界的聯繫就是我的手機。看著窗外，這時我心理已經有需要坐車去台北的準備，但是問了好幾間客運它們都不能帶腳踏車，阿火車又不能同時和人一起到，於是我就在煩惱著明天到底要怎樣去台北中睡著了。

Tour Report: 6th of August, Kilometre 0

I'm officially starting the trip tomorrow. Came home rather late tonight, it'd already last 2400 when I started to pack, and when I was done it was 0300. Didn't feel sleepy though, I was a bit worried, hoping that I'll be catching the first ray of light rising up the horizon, but I was also aware that it was pointless to wake up so early because I was going to the uni to bid farewell and only till after 0830 will everybody be there, so an early start will be impossible.

Woke up about 3 hours later, so astronomically punctual I was as precise as an atomic clock. Guess I was a bit nervous. Of course I'm no newbie in cycle touring, but it'd already been 2 years since the last time I was on the road on my loaded rig, think I was getting a bit rusted, the sedentary lifestyle was having an undetected negative effect on me, I was taking things for granted with or without realizing it. Yes, I was nervous and excited. I was about to mutter with stiff upper lip "why the fuck are you doing this for, punk?" again on the road amid the pain in the left knee, lower back, bottom, wrist, palm, neck, rain, sweat, headwind, heat, uphill, thirst, hunger and the sun.

The somberness of leaving behind the job and my students was temporarily gone. I was soon to be on the road again, to be on the move, I felt full of life. And likewise so full of life were a series of typhoons that were gearing up for the rendezvous in the days to come.

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八月六號.

明天我就要上路了。去年沒能騎的環島今年終於有時間去了。今天有點晚才回家，這讓我想到Angeliki在西班牙的最後一晚，她的飛機是早上7點或是8點多從馬德里飛回希臘，但她這傢伙到了3點多還在那裡爛醉說她連行李都還沒打包。想起來還滿有趣的。當我發動引擎從逢甲飆回家時已經是晚上12點多了，我飛快似的整理裝備，一搞就是兩三個小時。雖然我一點睡意都沒有但還是上去躺個意思，因為幾個小時之後我就要上路了，但其實我沒有要這麼早出發，因為我還要去學校跟人道別而他們要到八點半之後才會全部都在，所以可以多睡一點。

早上六點我精神飽滿地出去吃早餐，躺不到三個小時卻一點睡意都沒有，自從課程結束之後我再也沒有這麼早起來。我想我有一點緊張。想不到吧，平常時看不出來，但我的確有一些不安。我雖然不是單車旅行的菜鳥，但是最近一次騎已經是兩年前在澳洲的事了，兩年來不動的生活方式已經讓我安逸下來，讓我變的有點沒用了。我需要出去碰觸，那感覺，讓我知道我還活著，還沒腐爛到無可救藥的地步，想到這裡我那因為丟下工作及學生而悶悶不樂的心情也稍微好轉。

的確，我有點緊張。再過幾個小時之後我左膝蓋、下背部、臀、手腕、手掌、頸部的酸痛以及雨、汗、逆風、熱浪、上坡、口渴、飢餓和大太陽將誘引我再一次咒罵自己白痴為甚麼出來活受罪。我就要上路了，再次靠自己的力量前進，我感覺充滿活力；在東方地平線的盡頭，帕布及其尚在娘胎中的兄弟們也蓄勢待發準備上路。