I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to my cousin’s invitation to “travel” to a mountain. It was not so much as a “travel” yet it was better to be called “hiking” or worst, “climbing”. Yes, climbing a mountain. High. Mountain. 2,821 meters. High.
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