Masafent turns up very punctually just after 7 am. It’s the last trekking day, and he’s probably eager to leave as soon as possible. We set off after breakfast, a little before 8, although the muleteer ...
There is a slender slice of rock jutting out into the openness of the valley which makes an impressive vantage point. From the bench placed at its end flouting all health and safety rules, I watched the ...
... rock faces that fall into an unfathomable darkness of lower forests and hills. The moon is illuminating yellow tufts of grass; the rest is dim and hardly distinguishable, apart from the imposing mountains ...
... watching the cabins come and go from a most panoramic terrace overlooking the endless succession of valleys and rugged mountains. The colours are a telltale sign of the arid season and a haze shrouds the ...
... over the fantastic mountains of what might have been Iran, and I felt impressed at their endless rugged expanse. The sun was just rising and about to send its first timid beams to break the icy coldness ...
... Tuesday, a flurry of plans is being made on how to spend the time off work doing interesting things. So on Saturday I got a call from Veronica who suggested we should go for a hike in the mountains the ...
... two incredible rock towers called the “Monk and the Nun” that instantly sent my thought over to the Bernese Alps and their mythical Eiger, Mönch and Jüngfrau mountains. Accidentally, these were visible ...
My last stop in the Sichuan mountains is going to be Siguniang Shan. The four peaks, referred to as the “fours girls”, are not mentioned in my guide book, but I heard about them from other sources. I am ...
... in the aisle. The ride is a long one, starting with a last farewell view to the beautiful valley and its gorgeous mountains from a high ridge.
A couple of hours later, we halt at a spot that is completely ...
... which a wonderful lake of supernatural beauty studded into a limitless expanse of absolutely bare mountains. I gaped in amazement, but it was so unearthly and desolate that it projected me into a spiral ...