I am surrounded by mountains, and every ten days we hike across the forest (Taiga) and climb up to a cross on the top of one of the mountains. I say climb, and I mean it. There are lots of big boulders and rocks.
It’s not easy, but not too difficult either. At the top, it makes me feel very small. It’s so quiet. And there is nothing but mountains, trees and silence for a very long way.
Of course, we are the main characters in our own lives, but just one tiny part in the grand scheme of things.
I’ve been up 3 times, and the last 2 times, even though I kept reapplying factor 50 suncream I got quite sunburt. Mountain sun is strong…
“I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills, I love the flowers, I love the daffodils, I love the fireside when all the lights are low… Boom-di-ada, boom-di-ada, boom-di-ada, boom-di-ada…”
I’ve taken a break from Bangkok, for some scenery that’s a little different to cars, grey skies heavy with rain, and buildings. I’m in Russia. Siberia to be exact. And there’s snow!
And mountains and trees as far as I can see in every direction!
I’m working at a summer camp, so I’m here for a little while. I will try and post a few more pictures soon because, well, it’s beautiful.
Speak to you soon!