A car passes by, snapping me back in the present. I look forward, all I see is black road merging in a clear blue sky. I glance to my left and right and find green fields running in the opposite direction while I standstill on a quiet asphalt road. A house also passes by me quietly as if it is trying to hide its existence.
Have you ever made a plan where you don’t know what’s coming ahead? You just pack your bag for an unknown journey. It is sweet as long as the fun part weighs more. But the real challenge is when the going gets tougher and circumstances are not favorable. You ask yourself a lot of questions and one being most often than the others: Why the hell am I doing this?
Sweaty palms, drained legs, exhausted breath and 300 kilometres on the odometer. It was 6 in the evening of the second day of my journey. “I am an idiot”, I thought as I pushed the pedal on an ever-increasing slope of a kilometre-long bridge near Khanewal…. Read more