Para todos los aventureros

Adventure belongs to the bold and the idle.

It’s not the exclusive reserve of mountains and jungles.

You don’t need expensive plastic clothing.

You don’t need beards or GPS. 

The enemy of adventure is the plan,

but the idle can’t be bothered to make one

and the bold will do something stupid regardless.

Adventure is a crap plan and a lack of knowledge.

It’s diving headlong into the ridiculous, arms flailing, shouting:

'fuck you health and safety!'

as you plummet to your fate.

It’s those moments,

when the world grinds your plans into the soil, 

like a fat man sitting on a hamster.

When it goes so wrong you can only laugh."

Adventure used to be easier. Maps had edges.

You could keep going till you fell off the edge of the world. 

Now you’ve got to try hard to get lost.

You’ve got to ignore the travel guides.

You’ve got to throw your compass down the loo

and you’ve got to set off with nothing but ignorance to light your path.

Adventure is a story where you can’t fathom the ending.

Adventure is not healthy or safe.

Adventure is a bold act by an idle man.

Adventure will save us from boredom.

That’s what I think anyway.

                                                            

                                                             An adventurer