We looped through the northern highlands, watching the clouds come and go, and the landscape change. Here, hidden lakes….
Arms of the sea poaching the land….
Mountains obscured by clouds, slopes peppered with rocks and cut by rivulets, sometimes with substantial rivers below.
In this land with rare cell coverage, telephone boxes remain in use (“Coins and cards”) at bus stops that the residents of side valleys use to access the outside world….
We even visited a good-sized waterfall, the slopes above it colorful with spring wildflowers, grass shoots, and thriving mosses.
We found Ma Nachur’s eye candy everywhere.