Day Three Hundred Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The city has dropped from our sight as we have pushed on into the wilderness. I returned the sling to Mawuli before we parted figuring that they would require its protection should they pass through similar wild beast habitats. An easy decision. After all, we have Elijah’s staff with us.

As indeed it did prove to be an aid in keeping some ravenous mastiffs away from us. And some rather big cats.

We were able to leave them and the wilderness behind before we went into camp for the night.

I asked Elijah if he had any sense for our future course once we reach the riverfront town.

He says he is still open and encourages me to be also.