A crowded shop. A friend and I discuss purchasing a glow in the dark inflatable boat. It’s £4500.
Too expensive for us. I dream of a journey down a river in our glowing boat. Stopping to camp in the daytime. Adventuring in the dark water.
We stop at a town called Iyshtoor, just passed Kiev. Everyone wears black. There are birds everywhere. Everyone is getting shat on. I get shat on. My friend explains the symbolism of an end of purity. I’m just pissed of with being covered in shite.