A Road Even Less Travelled
Miss travelling? Same.
Real adventure, the unforgettable ones, the ones you end up retelling repeatedly, are only ever truly available to those that will take the chance to walk on the road less travelled and roads even less travelled than that.
One of the greatest adventures I’ve ever had was found on a road. My god-brother and I took a chance on what our other travelling companions thought to be a write-off of a day.
The two of us were on a cruise travelling the Pacific Islands along with the rest of my extended family. On the last day of our onshore excursions, the weather had turned sour. The stunning blue Pacific sky he had taken for granted had gone grey and rained down on us like softly falling snow.
Not was the day ruined, but a lot of the onshore experiences were obviously beach related, and the weather wasn’t exactly inciting any excitement for that activity.
Most of our travelling companions, after an hour of wandering around the tiny village with no sign of the rain stopping, had decided to simply just go back onto the ship and spend the rest of their last shore-day in their cabins.
But not my god-brother and I.
To us, heading back would have been such a waste. So despite the fledgeling storm, we pushed on to our own…
