Get this, Wilson. I have visited the capital of the greatet of the empires of antiquity, the prototype for human political power. I have ascended the volcano that destroyed an opulent and ancient world. I rode across the ancient Greek and Phoenician colony, the birthplace of the American mafia. I sat at the foot of another volcano, a copy of the Mountain of God. I was challenged at many points, and suffered many calamities, though I was also tempted with phenomenal beauty. For all of this, I did not stay, as nothing compares to the goal before me. Odysseus shall press onward.
Two Hills and an Airport Hotel