In the middle our trip we spent a night up in the mountains at a village farmhouse. The toilets were interesting, a new take on the common ‘trough squatter’ and one of the boys in our group enjoyed squatting next to a friendly china-man as shit dropped effortlessly from his arsehole. There’s a new way to break language barriers. Regardless of the less than appealing sleeping quarters (Brogan ended up sleeping in the boys room after she saw a mouse in the room), the farmhouse was very traditional and picturesque and I took some awesome photos.
We went for a little walk up into the mountains and had some brilliant views of the mountains. It reminded me of being at home at the autumn, the golds and ambers shimmering in the dusk light. Everything was quiet and we breathed fresh air for the first time in quite a few days. We made a little (or actually quite big) doggy friend; we called him Lassie.
Dinner was served, steaming bowls of fresh veg and stews containing all possible parts of a chicken, including its head, and we sat round the campfire contemplating life.
The next day (or was it the day before, I don’t remember?) we stopped off at a river and the brave (or stupid, your call) girls had a splash in the freezing cold waters. Well done girls! Sterling effort!
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