All the way there I walked
I marched through the wooded mountain
to make sure I didn’t step on anything
long rotting wooden planks long forgotten or
The view wasn’t great but
damn it, I was safe.
But on the way back I walked head high
and I saw the sunshine
splashing and babbling over
loose lacy leaves down
dreamy rolling mountains into
deep valleys and canyons full of fantasies.
Only then did I see Mount Ida
Our tour guide Tolga and one of our off-road drivers sharing a cigarette.
Saverio swimming in the stream through Mount Ida