Tag : Rio Manuripi
Obsession would be a reasonable description of Finding Manchester. And of course, where there is obsession, the obsessive can also be found. I’m not sure that the term obsessive is an entirely favourable one in normal conversation but it would be fair to say that Finding Manchester constantly preoccupies our minds. How did we arrive here, methodically planning an adventure to search out so many places linked by a single name.
“So………. why do you have a bus shelter?” I hadn’t even stepped foot into Manchester yet and I was already asking stupid questions. I had to ask though, or I’d be wondering for the rest of my life.
“There are no buses here. Its just to keep the sun off us.” Ivan was polite enough to omit the word ‘stupid’ from the end of his reply, but it was there in his voice. Liz sniggered.
The feeling of actually sitting in our little blue canoe and feeling the first few moments of the brown waters coursing under the boat as our paddles cut into the water for the first time was something neither of us will ever forget. Months and months of planning, fumbling around in the dark learning all that we needed to know to make this trip a success was now behind us.
The trip has been twelve months in the planning and yet it still feels like it hasn’t been planned at all. With a little over 48 hours to go there’s equipment strewn about the house and for some reason we’re currently left with a lot of round things that don’t fit in the square things we need them to.