#The Uncertain Path

[istanbulboatours]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[usefullistanbul]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[istanbuldaybg]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[goldenhornist]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[turkishhamam]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[istanbulwinter]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[grandbazaarist]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[istanbulsy]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[istanbulhints]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[historicalistanbul]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[oldcityistan]

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The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[istanbulight]

The Uncertain Path

One time, we were traveling along a narrow path next to a deep crevice. The path was soft and unstable because of loose rocks that had slid down from the mountain top. I was leading the horse, letting the reins hang loosely, as I trusted the horse to find its way better than I could guide it. I turned my face to the rocky wall because looking into the deep drop beside me made me feel very sick. Suddenly, a shepherd’s dog appeared and started barking loudly. The horse stopped in its tracks. If it had gotten scared and reared up, I might not have been here to tell the story. If I had urged the horse forward, it could have led to a terrible accident.

My Turkish guide, who was at the back of the group and on safer ground, quickly dismounted, climbed into the rocks, and used stones to chase the dog away. Then, we continued our journey. In just a few moments, we were back on safer ground. Those two minutes were some of the most intense of my life. My guide looked pale, and I probably didn’t look too good myself if I had looked in a mirror Istanbul Daily Tour.

Ancient Roads of Albania

In other places, the road was through a narrow gap just wide enough for the horses to fit. The walls of the gap rose steeply on either side, making the path feel even tighter. Sometimes, we came across old cobbled sections of the road. These were parts of ancient Roman roads that were over two thousand years old. All across Albania, we found pieces of these Roman roads. Sometimes we would find them suddenly, and just as quickly, they would disappear. Other times, they would lead us to the edge of a cliff, showing that the land had changed since they were built.

Although the modern road we were traveling on often differed from the old Roman roads, we could still see parts of the ancient stone path winding up the hillside, like a grey ribbon across the mountains. Even though the route was difficult and dangerous, it was the main highway across Albania, connecting Macedonia to Durazzo on the coast. This path had once been traveled by a mighty army long ago, and it had seen over twenty centuries of history.

[ltcolonelcarter]

that night of the soul scene but earlier, and applicable to all versions of Connor: imagine that Hank can be stalled, potentially talked down, but only if Connor plays Russian roulette with him

[cherry-vennom]

🎀 🦋ྀིྀི 🎀

[mouse-fantoms]

Thinking about that one comment I got on one of my fics that said it really helped them and it provided them with so much comfort and hope and it still does years later when they go back and read it 🥺 only in my wildest dreams have I ever imagined that something I made would be that for someone… …I guess it just goes to show to keep creating fantoms, your work could be apart of someone’s story 🥺

[dk-thrive]

I had to believe... and go with it. Believe that there was an important reason behind all this.

Was I really heading to the right place for me? Or was I making a wrong choice as I headed in the wrong direction? My muscles stiffened as these thoughts came to me. I had to clear my head of any thoughts and trust my instincts—a sense of direction that defied logic. But you must have your reasons, Oki had said to me. I had to believe there were, and go with it. Believe that there was an important reason behind all this.

— Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls. (Trans. Philip Gabriel) (Knopf, November 19, 2024)