Previous journey - hardcore style

What a view...
Another view to die for..
Instead of cycling up hill, they decided to hitch hike and climb the hill in better option. By the way, it was cold there, foggy all day long.
A house
A village
Their 'office'
A main road and the guy is my love...
Another main road
The bridge..

Previous journey - hardcore style

My husband's friends always asked about his pictures during his Laos-Cambodia-Vietnam cycling tour. As he is a person who hates to write, so I am taking a move to upload those pictures (selected) but without comment. I try to, but since I was not there, it is damn difficult. So why don't we be a little bit creative, imagine the situation and put our own caption?





haaa, now you know, it is difficult, right?

The road not taken

The Road Not Taken
by: Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.

This poem I have learnt during my college years as my elective. Then, when I started my teaching career long donkey years ago, this is part of the syllibus needed to be covered.

But, it reflects me more than a piece of nicely written words. As for me I took also 'the grassy and wanted wear'. I enjoy every momment of it, yet still there are ups and downs. As for now, it is down. I wonder, did I make a wrong choice at the divergence? If I took the normal road, would the thing that I wanted will be achieved? I am miserable, stuck in this misery. Still I believe that Frost is right, "I shall be telling this with a sigh, Somewhere ages and ages hence:,Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - , I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference". Even now, it is me who made me. Entonces, Cogito Ergo Sum.