It was taken when he led me into that mystic and beautiful mountain range in 1975.
A snake, a Boomslang!
“Having a drink.”
Another novel word, A Red-Neck, an English man, a red neck from the sun!
We moved on down the Tonquani gorge and explored two more magnificent rock pools with waterfalls that provided a route down which you could slide into the lower pool. All the time we were encased in the unassailable cliffs on each side. We selected a flattish rock surface, with an overhang as Marcel had said. We unpacked and pitched camp for the night.
For the Memories!
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