That's using your legs.

The other day I walked around 20km to prove something. I'm sure everyone's done something like that at one point.

It was 6am the morning after a party. I woke up before everyone else, confused, wearing drag makeup and one of the host's shirts. For some reason I decided I'd go for a walk, but first checked that what I was wearing was appropraite attire for the outside world.

On the other lounge was a couple, that were somewhat awake and sucking face. After recieving a positive response to my query, I began to walk, after working out where I was and admiring the scenery for a while.

I walked to the end of the street and saw an enormous green road sign. It exclaimed that the next country town was only 10km away. I accepted the challenge.

My reasons, in order of importance, were:

1. I am hungry and/or thirsty
2. I want to prove that I have done interesting things in my life
3. I want something to write about for my next blog post

So off I went, with the cold air pushing me forward, or back, I can't remember. My first stop was what I thought was a bus stop and turned out to be a mailbox shelter. I didn't know people built shelters around their mailboxes, but then again I was in the middle of nowhere. I laid down for a while, and let my thoughts wander to the strangest of places. Memories popped up that had no relevance to anything - like the time someone nearly emptied half a cup of coffee onto my foot. I wasn't sure if that was a real event, part of a dream, or something I'd put in a story, but it was in there. For some reason.

I got up after a while and trekked on, stopping twice more to send a text from a public phone and ask if I was heading in the right direction. I was, apparently, heading in the right direction towards the SMALL LITTLE VILLAGE. The old man I asked used a tautology to made sure I knew I was headed towards a "Small, little village" for some reason. Probably because I didn't look like the type that would, or should, venture outside the walls of suburbia. I was perfectly aware of where I was headed, and soldiered on until I reached a service station that appeared to have it's share of conflicts.

I was offerred a job as I walked in, cautiously avoiding the mopped parts of the floor. "I don't live around here" was my attempt to shut down conversation with the strange man. I bought an apple cider and payed for it on my card. To my disbelief, I think I actually typed in my Pin right the first time round. I don't think this has happenned since, and I live in constant fear of what happens after three incorrect Pin entries.

I went on to buy vegetable chips and make my way home. It was much hotter this time around and I laid down on various occassions. An old man offered to give me a lift, but I declined, thinking it was a bad idea to hitchhike. I regretted that decision up until the time a kind lady pulled over to offer me a lift. I accepted this time. She drove very quickly back to where I was staying, and I stumbled back as if nothing had happenned.