Life has a way of making the foreseeable that which never happens, and the unforeseeable that which your life becomes.
For me, the trip in the second half of 2008 will remain as nothing but a piece of memory which will blur over time while I am aging. Doesn't matter how much I hate it, I can't stop it. All the photos and dairy have been lost forever. I don't remember how many times I woke up in the middle of the night with pictures in my head of either the golden leaves in a brook in Hemu, or the wildlife running above snowline in Ngari, or the faces of a kazakh family which I stayed with.....
But, perhaps this is living, this is the way it is, I guess.