"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; 

we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life"

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path leading me wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself and good fortune,

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing....

(Kish Island, Iran) جزیره‌ی کیش

Berlin

London London London

Ce sont les tonneaux vides qui font le plus de bruit...

"As after sunset fadeth in the west, which by and by night doth take away. Death's second self, that seals up all in rest"

Hong Kong