Sometimes today isn't your day.

Sometimes, that's a good thing, if you can take advantage of it.

There's a lull of silence after an earthquake, like the world is holding it's breath. But for what?

Why do we bury our dead? How far will we go to honour the dead? After all, will they ever know?

The road ahead is long and winds out of view. There's no campsite and it's a long way down...