Reminds me of the time when I made an organized round-trip of fourteen days through Turkey with a group of people on a bus. We were always traveling from one tourist attraction point to another. After several tiring days, the guide told us one morning that we could sleep for an hour as the bus would be driving through uninteresting terrain where there was 'nothing to see'. It must have been somewhere between Cappadocia and Antalya. The guide put on some calming Japanese new-age music (Kitaro) and all of the 52 people on the bus went to sleep. Except one: me... And I'm so glad I didn't.
That uninteresting terrain with 'nothing to see' was so awesomely beautiful that I didn't have eyes enough to take it all in... Every meandering valley, every little water flow, every crack in the rocks, every bare and barren hill top seemed more beautiful that the previous one.
Thinking back, that bus ride was perhaps the most beautiful and inspiring hour in my life. What some people call uninteresting or 'nothing to see' can be so beautiful to others. All it takes is a couple of eyes and a receptive heart...

We do not see things as they are. ǝɹɐ ǝʍ sɐ sƃuıɥʇ ǝǝs ǝʍ