The song played in my head long before I truly lived. Riding across the desert was a privelege I never dreamt I'd experience. After the misfortune I had endured it seemed an unreachable goal. Galloping along all the unworthyness I had unnecessarily carried for so long was left behind and for a while easier to deal with.
'Scraping the Sky,' a powerful story of teen travel and naivety while rambling through sweet and sour Asia. A sad but educational story that has come to pass.
Finishing a book you’ve lived through is a profound experience. It's like closing a world that has captivated your imagination and emotions. There's a sense of accomplishment and reflection, as you process the journey you've taken. A journey sometimes hard to comprehend due to the utterly, unexpected, unforseen, circumstances that took place because I was to kind, naive and trusting. Its been forty years since that old jeep drove me up the mountain in Hong Kong to Tai Tam Gap, there are no words to describe how hollow I felt as the city dissapeared behind me beneath a cloud of dust the wheels created. The injustice of it all haunted me every day I was in there. I wasnt guilty, I was just to giving. Understanding, I will always be grateful to the girls for sharing what little we was allowed. Sometimes, I can still smell the dust and engine oil as we whisked over the earth up that hill.