The plan

After a tough decision-making phase. After changing the sense of the trip, the emotions, getting mixed between North and South. After dealing with ourselves and our shadows, our strengths, imposed by our fears. After staring at each other's eyes and throw the dice to destiny, and loose, and risk everything at once, at a one last opportunity, and win.

After all this. Now.

We have a plan.

I'm not showing the plan because it's just a draft. I don't want to feel like following a line, a model, a established guide. I want to have the frames within the limits of what can be done, but that's it. Nothing else.

We are two, this time. Two comrades. One destination. One goal.

Zizo, a.k.a. el-Shahat, and me, Liam, a.k.a. el-Basha.

Destiny met us together for the same trip. We met before in life, even before that, probably, somewhere in the Sea of China in the 18th Century of probably sailing on expeditions centuries before that.

But we only remember the last 20 something years. And this is what we really care about.

Everything is almost ready. And this is how we like it.

The journey starts.