Day 5-B



Mount Ida

All the way there I walked 

          head down

I marched through the wooded mountain

          head down

I trudged

          head down

to make sure I didn’t step on anything

dangerous like

          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

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