My sister was fond of traveling. Ever since graduating, she had been determined to
organize a trip to an old temple. Since transporting fare was expensive, she decided
to use a bicycle to cycle there not caring about the disadvantages. Her stubborn attitude
was always her shortcoming. Once she made up her mind to do something, no one could
persuade her to change her mind. Finally, we gave in as usual though we preferred to take
a train. After we prepared everything, including the schedule, reliable weather forecast
and the insurance, we began our trip.
Our journey was along a river flowing from a high altitude. Our pace was slow because
the river frequently had many sharp bends through deep valleys, where the water seemed
to boil. Just as I recorded in my journal, it was really a hard journey. But we also
enjoyed great views. One night, I put my head on my pillow--a parcel of wool coats, and
lay beneath the stares. When the flame in front of our cave went out at midnight, I found
the sky so beautiful!