Well, there was no sense sitting still. He couldn’t call for help even if he wanted to, and the sun wasn't being co-operative in telling him the direction he ought to be heading, what with it sitting literally directly above him, proud as you like. He decided he’d go to his right. Why? Because he was right-handed. It was as good as anything at this point as he had no idea where he’d find a river which could direct him to a town or something. Well, he could wait an hour or so until the sun moved across the sky, so he could tell which way was east, but he had no time and cared not for anything that required the patience that he simply did not possess.