Are there words that even measure up to this level of alien beauty?
I really feel like I don't have much to offer; that I should just frisbee out the 1.2 million photos we took and paste them on here, leave you to it. Pull the blankets over my head and daydream about how we spent 8 days and 7 nights ogling ponies, waterfalls, lupins, moss, the most delicate birds..
How we whispered about the hidden people, and I half believed that maybe I would get to see a wisp of one, that they would know I was a firm believer and supporter in my teens.
How we shivered every night, cocooned in our sleeping bags, and I thought maybe I would wake up and have turned into a human popsicle.
How we were like the erratically changing landscapes: elated, tired, awestruck, hungry, smitten, angry. I will tell you one thing-- don't expect to come here and remain flat-lined or placid. When you've got all four elements of fire, water, air, earth in close proximity to one another, in one country, the molecules within you shift like tectonic plates.
Or maybe it was just that way for us.