Arapiles Day 3 – morning
Following our misadventures, D found the following resource on Places To Avoid Due To Falcons. Clever dicks us, we landed smack bang in the middle of two of them.
So if you’re following this with an eye to climbing in the area in spring, cast your starry skies over this page:
We are wiser, and more sorrowful.
Pluses: D is cooking breakfast. Loot is still loot and it’s mine, Precious.
Minuses: woke up with a vengeful sore throat (again). The hot water at the cabins got shut off due to malfunction yesterday. Hoping it’s fixed by the time we return. Cold showers are in direct contravention of the Geneva Convention. But then, as the persnickety amongst us will point out, we’re volunteers, not POWs.
Feeling unwell, so I’m having the morning off, which is disappointing on many levels (I’m on holiday, damn it; sense of self-efficacy; I thought I was much better). I have a task to focus on, though, which is my brother wants me to write a script. An entertaining prospect.
First, a snooze.
1. The Pharos, from their less imposing side. Will take a better photo soon.
2. Some of the vibrant seed pods. I fantasise that if they were edible, they’d taste like Shiraz, and raspberries, and dark chocolate. And lime.
What they probably taste like is crunch, and milky grass, and a mild dose of indigestion.