Year of the Roses

Floral Season

Bynin Village

Altsas

Isla

I'M STARVING and tired. I've been riding since yesternight and sunset is near. I can already see the tease of light at the horizon. Lady Gin-Gin whines softly probably as hungry and as tired as I am. I do my best to ignore her. Our pace has slowed down greatly and now, we are trotting down and unfamiliar road.

But I have hope because at a distance, I can see a small flicker of light. I'm approaching ...