Over the back

A welcome but brief respite from the uphill slog.
It was after this hill when the rain descended that I decided that I was in too bad a nick to face another cold tent night, so we went hunting for a place to stay up on the mountain plains. All the luxurious lodges seemed to be closed, so we ended up speaking to random people on the street and getting a room in some old couples house, sharing a bed with a glorious portrait of Tito.

Still hurting, somebody shut that dog up.
No flatter, but plenty lower. Get everything zipped up and tucked in, the chill air would cut you to pieces bombing these, losing pints of water through your eyes.
Vule still wasn´t sure about his choice to get his alcoholic uncle to build his house.