This little piggy.

So the horde of friends I'd been spending all my time with left for Laos today, leaving me suddenly alone and with time aplenty. The sun glared, the air heaved, the great outdoors was the place to be. So I lunged for the solace of an aqua-pastelled scooter and traced my way through the mountains spooning the northern perimeter of town, in search of nothing in particular, a whole lot of it. I should've realised doom was imminent.

If you can apprise me of why I didn't just steer clear of that big ominous pothole, please do. I'm as much in the dark as you.

But the eventual view; was it worth it?

Only a hundred times over.