Whether it was tackling
a dangerous rapid at flood stage, swimming through crocodile-infested waters and crossing an international border to get to a party, or chasing pretty young tourists, Hendri did it all with equal parts dedication, madness, and passion.
I look back on my life and I see that it is only in these moments that I have truly lived. My memories seem bigger, more real in these circumstances: the good times, the friends, the hard times, the lows, the awe and wonder I have felt. I know I am here by choice, and am glad I am here. I can be nowhere else.
The subject matter in
his journal regularly vacillated between ‘finding’ himself, the meaning of life, and adventure as an addiction. He would often write about death, being ready to die versus his fear of dying, and even ironically foretold his own eventual fate…