Back then I used to my hometown twice a year during school breaks. That was also the time all my friends returned home. And you can imagine the atmosphere was always rife with mischief. That particular road led to small river about half a kilometre from my house. In the dry season the water all but dries up. You could literally catch fish with your bare hands (sounds easier than it was). Since we the younger ones were not allowed to there unescorted… we would sneak there anyway try to catch some fish. That was road was the site of my fights and threats, jokes and a lot of teasing. I remember once a when retuning from one of those expeditions a friend of mine was bitten by a snake. He narrowly escaped death that day. Sadly he passed on eight years later in a car crush. It’s been a while since I went back there, but I still remember that road with a lot of nostalgia.