I remember the road well, if that is that is what one would call it. I was in a jeep on a mountain track of cobbles, ruts and rocks. The driver was making slow progress and eventually stopped. He engaged the low ratio gearbox of the 4-wheel drive we were in. I have no photographs of this part of the journey as my two other fellow travellers and I, all good friends, were clinging on to whatever we could hold as the vehicle bucked and bounced, twisted and tilted as slow progress was made. It was exhilarating.

The view on my left was of mountainside with dust and tufts of dry grass glowing golden as the sun

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