We followed the path which followed the stream upwards through the woodland. Memories of Himalayan Nepalese lowland trails came to mind. The nature as pure as can possibly be. Energizing. The sounds of the stream and the insects. The birds too, chirping. Trails wound this way and that, amidst the trees. Woodland, forest or jungle? Towards the top of the mountain, emerging from the trees, panoramas stretched wide and far, before our eyes. Bees pollinated purple flowers. Spectacular vistas every which way. Up above, soaring, the eagle could see even more.
