Once upon a time on a drunk and dreary night (for some of the team anyway) in a little stone cottage in the Cederberg. A small team of adventurous souls went about there business of settling down for the night, Mr Minimalist man (well known for his motto "sharing is caring") was at his sherry filled best. Dr Livingston (excited at the prospect of leading an expedition to the little known Pillars of Cederberg) and the soon to be christened Tanie sonder panty where busy with their usual evening meal of steak and other finery.Mavis tucked into some Camembert and wine, and some how or another the conversation turned to boots. Mr Minimalist declared his Merrel's the best buy of the century and all of a sudden the talk disintegrated to a have and have not conversation - to have Vibram soles or not to have Vibram soles - that was the question! At some point during the evening Vibram became vibrant and soles became souls and our team had a name!
The rest of the evening got a bit blurry from there onwards. Mavis regretted his little cheese and wine:
The next day Dr Livingston was abandoned by his team while searching for the pillars. I will always remember the sound of Kerry's voice traveling to us across the valley as we sat in the sun waiting for our leader to return; "Thomas the frigging co-ordinates are wrong......"
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Isn't Zen navigation wonderful?
