We have to get up early. Are we leaving again? The motorbike is ready but nothing is packed on it this time. Are we running away, leaving all of our belongings? We drive to an old city and he walks  around aimingless looking at houses.

After a while we leave again. We drive an hours through abandoned lands. Nothing is here. He stops and changed his cloths. puts on gloves. But it is hot. We meet other. I do not think they ever saw each other before. Something like Couch Surfing brought them together. But there is no couch here. And no surfing... just some I think he called them canoes.
We get into one. It is wobbly small and close to the water. He is able to steer it. Not very well since he crashes all the time into vegetation but I have to say it is kind of full of it here. Sometimes the water disappears under a tree and he has to go through it. Or over it, carrying the boat. The river widens up. So where are we going? Is there a place we have to be? Without our stuff? We make several stops along the way mostly eating. Once we tried to communicate with a very haary thing. Did not work. But when we arrive we are all put with the boats into a transporter and we end up where we started.

On the way with the motorbike back to the old lady I try to make sense out of that behaviour but my mental capacities seems not able to do it. I would ask him if I could speak. Sadly I cannot really communicate with the wearer. I could pull myself together but I think it distracts him too much from driving. So I am left wondering while he falls asleep in the same room again.