In my travels, I have encountered cranes on three continents.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Nature got it right with the cranes. They have been around since the Eocene, which ended 34 million years ago.
I have come to believe that this is a mighty continent which was hitherto unknown.
The landscapes were in my arms as I did it.
I flew aeroplanes, parachuted, walked on my own across the Himalayas - you name it; if it was dangerous, I did it.
If only I could find a guy who wasn't in his 70s to talk to me about white cranes, I'd be madly in love.
All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.
I've realised that at the top of the mountain, there's another mountain.
We have found a strange footprint on the shores of the unknown.
As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.
Everywhere on the Continent, the tourist is looked upon as a bird to be plucked, and presently the bird himself feebly comes to regard plucking as his proper destiny and abjectly holds out his wing so long as there is a feather left on it.