Dear Sir, I am planning to walk across the Australian desert from Alice Springs to the Indian Ocean; a distance of two thousand miles. When people ask me why I am doing it, my usual answer is, “Why not?” Your plan is… ridiculous. Why don’t you just shorten the trip? Tolly and I will come with you. I just want to be by myself… You must be mad, girlie… You know that’s about two thousand miles? Six months of hard walkin’. You wanna die out there or somethin’? Leave me alone! Go away! I’m so alone. We all are.