“Where did you go to, if I may ask?’ said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along.
To look ahead,’ said he.
And what brought you back in the nick of time?’
Looking behind,’ said he.”
– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
One always knew but never really knows, said Ti.
The world beneath my sore flat feet expanded into the horizon like a great book with endless pages and chapters. Each page filled with dramatic twists and turns and plots that were absurdly unexpected, unusually painful, and only laughable when all the tears and sweat are drained completely. My virgin trekking, staggered by dramatic nature of rocks, rivers, lakes, and the Andes, sets me out to uncover beyond the world that was in front of me but also the world I thought was left behind. Stuck between the interminable mountains, I stood short at the end of the world, breathless, clueless, and regretful. And all I could do was to keep walking ahead and forward… because, seriously, where else the fuck could I go?