'Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.'
-Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Last night we had a whole host of cyclists and tourers staying, each traveling a different way, for different causes...
'People a'gathering,
Fire's a'crackling,
Stories unfolding,
Wine boxes flowing,
Paper's are rolling,
Rhythms keep moving,
Hills a Caravanserai tonight.'
-R.P.