... was partly spent walking five long, long hours, mostly through tracks meant for sheep, sometimes on the sides of mountains so steep that if you had the misfortune to fall, you'd be landing a few dozen kilometers down at the bottom, bloody and broken and dead quite possibly.
We looked at rocks.
We looked at dried plants.
At one point we found ourselves at our destination: a man-made cave that was so uninteresting I took no photos. We had lunch, some members of our group began singing snatches of opera. It was too much for me, I went down to pee.
On the way back, we looked at even more dried plants.We heard the clanging of the bells of grazing sheep.We found bones scattered in a field, and spent a good few minutes reconstructing the skeleton.
We went home.
What can I say, my party-happy days are seriously over.