Barely five years ago this place was unrecognisable. Then, I recalled, a rutted cart track divided trees that mobbed close by on either side. The track itself would have been rarely travelled were it not for market days when local peasants took their goods for sale or barter. And now? Now, the track has been replaced by a more passable highway. The trees one side had gone and a sizeable hotel served the purpose of entertaining and resting travellers on their way to and from their destinations.
Time passes and everything changes. And I, for one, was glad of it.