From the rooftops I see houses, I see counties that border sea. In the distance foreign mountains, one of those rivers is calling me.
There's only four ways to get unraveled. One is to sleep and the other is travel. One is a bandit up in the hills. One is to love your neighbor 'till ....his wife gets home
Some kind of vague travelblog, about this n' that, and whatever else I may encounter on the road.
