Duplicate the Fjord
If, like myself, you're not an hardcore adventurer / climber willing to connected every dots on the planet inventing paths / roads that don't exist no matter the lattitude, topography, or climate, you visit Doubtful Sound, New Zealand, in a cruise boat.
The boat explores the arms of the fjord using its engine.
It's loud.
But at one point, reaching the end of one of the arms, the quintessential pleasure reaches its peak when the captain stops everything. Everyone that makes a sound could be sentenced to go to bed without eating.
The time is stopping and the world multiplies itself.
Duplicate the Fjord
If, like myself, you're not an hardcore adventurer / climber willing to connected every dots on the planet inventing paths / roads that don't exist no matter the lattitude, topography, or climate, you visit Doubtful Sound, New Zealand, in a cruise boat.
The boat explores the arms of the fjord using its engine.
It's loud.
But at one point, reaching the end of one of the arms, the quintessential pleasure reaches its peak when the captain stops everything. Everyone that makes a sound could be sentenced to go to bed without eating.
The time is stopping and the world multiplies itself.