I don't expect you to understand. Nor do I expect you to believe. I always believed in telling the truth unless I got myself confused in which case I would lie as convincingly as I can for as long as humanely possible. My propensity to begin this guide comes from years of staring at glossy picture perfect photographs of far away places. You know those kind of books, the backpackers guide to wherever.... The kind of books that you take for granted the author has seen and experienced the taste of Africa and the smell of China first hand. When in reality they could have wiki'd or google'd or found the information needed for a bestseller with some quick tickle of fingers.
You see, I stood on a bridge on a balmy summers evening with my back to the moon and my chest braced against the breeze. And then quite simply, I let go. I never expected the August wind to carry me, I had no hopes and no expectations. I had no need for any sort of guidance in that