Our trip was to be a short one, so sleep was at a minimum and we made the most of the town’s one open restaurant at night and an early exit to follow the clouds lifting higher and higher up that steep slope. Inbetween we ate chicken and fry plates for 66 cents, hung with local dogs, watched water fall from no where, found snow capped peaks, chased donkeys, rang retired bells, talked with the friendliest of locals and the one other tourist couple in the place, and did the general touristy thing to do…take lots of pictures.
Only the donkeys and the occasional lost tourist finds this placeA man called david was buried here, everyday, once a day the clouds lift high enough to show thier contents, and the little town below. I think I know why he chose this spot to remain.
While heading for one waterfall we found an even better one hiding beside it.
Oh yeah…and heres some proof of our visitor in the night. (see Jon Heiberts blog)
