This is Sugar Loaf Mountain, Wales – not Rio; my budget didn’t stretch that far! As I was nearing the top, I saw a kite being flown. It was in the shape of a kestrel, or eagle, and it reminded me of the Buddhist prayer flags flying from the tops of mountains in the Himalayas. I said that to the Dad of the children who were flying it. Then added, as I passed them, that I had read about such things – I hadn’t been there myself! He laughed and said ‘I thought so’: apparently the jeans and the shoulder-bag thrown over my shoulder were the give-away signs of not being a hard-core adventurer. I chuckled and laughed at the thought!
The views from the top were magnificent. Stunning! Then for the descent, and I was most amused as the Dad made a point of finding me and apologising for his remark, as I might indeed have been a keen adventurer regardless of jeans or handbag! We laughed again – no offense taken! My proper gear was still in the car; but I had just arrived in Wales and was impatient to be out on this gentle slope :). The trail shoes and rucksack would wait for the next day and the long climb. And as the weather was changing rapidly, I hastened back to shelter. I love the mountains 🙂