We traveled to the rumored temple by canoe in what was a rather long trip, a few days minimum, but well worth it.
“Why couldn’t we have taken a plane? Don’t you and Ray have connections?” Complained my traveling companion. Indeed, we could have gotten a ride on the private airline that was in Ray’s name, but where would the fun in that be? I could picture Ray now, saying, “it’s not about fun, it’s about convenience. The fun comes later,” but that would have missed the whole point. For Demetria, who must have missed the point as well, I was there to remind her just what that was.
“As the old saying goes,” I raised my finger in the air. “It’s the journey, not the destination.”
“Yeah, well the journey’s been frustrating and boring, and the destination is likely to be dangerous,” she argued while slouched over on her end of the canoe. It wasn’t that long, or wide, of a canoe, but it got the job done okay; I sat with my knees up while due to her size, she had her legs stretched out as if she were about to lay down and take a nap (something she had already done many times. Could anyone have blamed her? We have been on this trip for the past three days).
“The destination will be dangerous! That’s the best part!” I got all fired up. Really, we must have been almost there, and just the thought alone made my heart race!