...the road less traveled...

I would like to inform you, that this is the hill that I hike at least twice a day, every day. It makes me sweaty, but keeps me fit. LandRovers have trouble making it down this hill. I generally walk it with two textbooks strapped to my back in my knapsack. The extra resistance the textbooks create are giving me perfectly sculpted calf muscles (maybe). There's always a silver lining. (my sister told me that once - 'always look for the positive in things. Like when you miss the bus, consider the fact that now you're getting good exercise from the walk.' Thanks, Tash.) I'm sure it's doing wonders for my butt too. Sweet.

And now for something completely different.

There's an abandoned compound at the top of the hill that I climb every day. I took some photos of the front gate, because I liked the bullet holes. That's what they are. The house used to be owned by a Lebanese family during the war. They left when it was attacked and riddled with bullets. It's a bit sobering to consider the reality of it...