On November 27, 2014 I was running on Desert Road, North Island, New Zealand.
64km between Turing and Waiouru, surrounded by isolated scenery, I had to keep running without speaking with anyone.
No towns and no shops either.
There was a pass elevation about 1000m on the way but after that I could enjoy long downhill till I got to the next town.
Gusty wind caused sand storm, which naturally reminded me of Mohave Desert, California, USA or the Nullarbor Plain, Australia.
The lesson that I had learned from the desert run was we human beings can become one-pure-selves in the desert landscape, much purer than we used to be.
It might have been time for me to come back to original my-simple-self and also it was the time for me to go forward to the next dimension.
I hope I will be buried in the sand of the desert after my death.
I guess I can travel riding the wind again…