Descent

In two hours we had climbed the mountain and were at the top, now they had to keep us a few more hours and then descend and climb up another mountain. All this was a journey that I did not understand very well. Only the coachman remembered the way, he knew which route to take, amidst the undergrowth and rocks. If he died I might not be able to find my way back.

As we advanced up the mountain I saw what looked like some kind of ancient cemetery. There were about thirty graves and one of them had a specific message. All is forgotten, under my point of view it referred to the deceased, but the further we advanced I saw a kind of fog, that was a bad omen. If there was no good visibility, it was complicated to transit here, maybe it would rain in this place in a few hours. That was probably what was going to happen here.

We could camp in a few meters as the mountain had some kind of formations that looked like a roof. There we could ride out the storm. I didn't know what decision the coac
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