I must have said this several times since I got back, but I’ll say it again:
If I had known how long the walk was going to be, I would have taken a cab there!
Fortunately, the view of the lush waterfall made all that huffing and panting feel a little more worth while.
What felt like never-ending flights of steps.
Little rewards along the way..
My first time to this old town along the tracks.
Touristy, with still some surreal magic left in its derelict buildings and shoe – worn paths. Glad I made it there.
When words fail, drawings speak.
The friendly one who came and just plonked himself there.
When you want to take a self-timer picture and a fly buzzes near your ear, causing you to freak a little.