One way to see a new place is to run through it. It always surprises me how in a few kilometres, the landscape and terrain and towns change.
One can see the mish-mash of a place come together, beautiful buildings and equally absurd architecture. What would these architects have been thinking.
At roughly the five kilometre mark, my sister and I turned around. It was continuously rolling. Not easy would be one way to describe it.
Coming back, one again notices things that were missed earlier. Of course – this can always be the case – no matter how familiar the surroundings. Just the other Sunday, I saw an embassy on Shanti Path that I hadn’t noticed before. I have all but forgotten the name again.
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