may

taken 17/5/10, 2:09pm

looking back, riding a bike probably wasn't the safest thing to do during our trip, especially not with a guy who's only been on a bike once, and another who's only halfway through his riding lessons. no, actually i think we already knew that back then, but we just decided to fuck it and carry on.

it is often after such decisions that events start to unfold into 2 very different and drastic outcomes. either YAY, we're so glad that we did it, or OH FUCK, what have we done, with perhaps a (our?) funeral being the worst place to say the latter.

through a fair bit of fortune, our adventure ended up somewhere in the middle. not quite unscathed, but not enough to turn into a disaster. but as i used to say, it's fun as long as you don't die, and no funerals were attended as a result of this.