If you see what I mean!
This was the start of the days walk, first aim about half way round the rim.
-but without much descent————————–
—unlike these local women who were off down at great speed, after their sheep, for grazing, but not water as it is a chemical soup, just remembered that! As usual, all women were multitasking(!!!!?) Spinning wool into balls as they walked, or almost ran it seemed to me!
–so this was the start of the trail and============= ============ ======
–and, YES, we went all the way down then all the way back up the other side, and it was even more taxing than it looks, but it was the local’s road from one village to another, probably people from here live to be very old, so long as they don’t fall!
Now just orientate yourself on that, if you dare, but you do need a head for heights! It was round here I had my most convincing near death experience, resigned to falling all the way down to the bottom! Just as well we had swopped guides for a mountaineer, tho I think the entire population are mountaineers.
We did pause briefly on the way but——–
That’s where we were going next, having already done one up and down, another beckoned
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——-and this was where we had been——–
Mind you, there was entertainment laid on when we got there–
-and those little girls were certainly demon dancers, they did pass the hat round after, and good luck to them. As for me, I elected to make the next day’s journey with the man in the bus, not on foot, discretion being the better part of valour! Lots of flower photos from that (one!) day, but they will appear elsewhere———-later.
Thirst for experience. 