Part 2 HOW DO YOU FIND WHO YOU ARE (and fix your wonky thinking?)

Do you think this whole quest I am on is mad or hubristic, as several close to me have suggested? Is there something wonky with my thinking?  And if so,  what?

As I planned this trip,  my daughter Cat (doing a shoot for Ermano Scervino) sprung her own surprise.  ‘I think I have ADHD,’  she said,  ‘and so do you.  We’re the same.  We can’t plan,  we’re chronically late, and we either don’t concentrate,  or we get Hyperfocus.’  

I didn’t know if she was right,  but definitely I found the hardest,  most stressful element of this trip,  was the planning of it.  I kept getting distracted or disheartened as the doubts and questions seem to flurry in my head like piranhas.  But where will you plant trees?  And which trees?  And where? 

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So all these things were in my mind when, one evening in my third week in Colombia,  I arrived again in Minca,  which is a cool,  small town of bars and shops and stalls advertising bird-watching and waterfalls and a Trek To The Lost City.