Soaring solo

IMG_5134aToday was a good day. Following a boat ride through crystal clear water I arrived. An 8 and half hour hike ahead of me, and not an easy one at that. The gorge was green but my destination was far in the mountains, a dry desolate area to which few ever venture. But I had a reason.

IMG_5132aMid day, high above, and long before the tiny village, I stopped for water and to take a picture. How dead my road ahead looks, void of any life, except the most resilient of plants perched up high on the stony columns I would negotiate.

Then, a call, a single bird flew just overhead, as if to taunt me, or maybe not. Maybe to show me a way ahead was possible. It winged up and down through the beams of sunlight. I watched it mesmerised. perhaps I was dehydrated, perhaps it was a moment to savour.

P1110950aMade it to the village, and on to the far shoreline beyond, just in time to watch the sun set and see the last second of its rays before it disappeared behind another island.

A good day.

 

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