Today I rode from Ohrid to Bitola. The bus was warm and sparsely populated. I sat, rocked into submission by the gentle humming of the engine and the potholed and crevassed highway. In my hands was The Dharma Bums and out the window were mountains, clouds, fogs, and villages. The hour and a half passed beautifully and serenely, and I was at peace with everything for the first time in a long time. It was a beautiful ride.
So I decided I would write more, and update this blog more frequently. There won't be any particularly substantive additions, just random thoughts and stories.
