The joy of bad asphalt :)

We crossed our 3000km and 3 months on the road.We were on all kinds of roads – busy coastal roads in Croatia with a million cars and trucks with license plates from all over Europe honking and overtaking and the smallest grassy or gravel paths between villages. The latter were always the best – you travel slower, you talk, you enjoy the surroundings, nature and people you meet that always invite in their houses for a glass of water or a cup of coffee (or schnapps). It is always a challenge to climb a mountain on a stony road but such a joy to have a strap of bad asphalt afterwards šŸ™‚

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost