Those who know me, understand I have a funny sense of fun, as it was once said of Lawrence of Arabia, and that I am deeply driven by a keen and spirited industrious and purposeful passion for undertaking a good quest, crusade or peregrination.
Those who know me also know I am the master of menial mission conjuring.
Which brings me to this glorious gallery of trash trophies.
Day 1 of my creative workout enterprise: Each bottle represents a completed summit scaled to the top of Kalemegdan Fortress.
The bottles, I found strewn alongside the rocky stairway, littered by nameless pedestrians.
Number of Bottles Recycled: 11
Flights Climbed / Floors Cleared: 127.
Miles Conquered: 17.1
Day 2: New Objective: Since the bottle supply had been sorted at the hands of Yours Truly the previous day, today’s mission focus was caps. Yes, caps. Bottle Caps.
Same premise as before: The number of ascents I must make for the day, determined solely by the arbitrary number laying about the path.
Number of Caps Recycled: 23
Flights Climbed / Floors Cleared: 203.
Miles Conquered: 12.7
I disposed of the plastics in a proper rubbish bin inside the fortress walls.
PSA: Please be responsible for your trash. Carelessness only increases my powers. If you’re a litterbug, people like me may become hulkingly brawny and invade your fortress through the enduring powers of will, alchemy, sweat and grit (and a small dose of compulsion).
PS PSA: I may continue to make and post garbage pilgrimages instead of pretty landscapes, historical monuments and architecture.
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