Sunday morning found us itching to get out of town and away from the smoke and smell of the still burning landfill (see previously).
So we headed for the hills.
We looked down across the Liguanea (say: Li-ga-nee) Plain; a blueblack cloud covered the city and sealed in the noxious smoke.
At over 4,500 feet above the smog,
we hiked in the cool clear air,
ate wild raspberries …
… and tried to pronounce lichen.
We reluctantly headed back down at sunset.
Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
Currently resident in Dakar, Senegal.
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January 9th, 2007 at 2:37 pm
I could really use a little scenery like that right now. You are very lucky!
January 10th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
Nice article…I would not mind being on some mountain enjoying such views.
PEACE.
January 11th, 2007 at 10:44 pm
Thats a nice trip. I love it up there…