So it was an enjoyable ride on the coach through the Barmash pass, where we would be dropped off for a walk up to a small church in a small village on a big mountain.
Shit happens!!!!!
So we got off the bus, and strolled around this inconvenience , hoping the bus would catch us up at some point as we were still several miles away.
Still it was a chance to catch some of the breath taking scenery of the Nemercka Mountains, which form a natural border with Greece
"A bus A bus, my kingdom for a bus"; not to be confused with the Shakespearian iambic pentameter from Richard III. But the sentiment is the same.
Eventually the bus arrived and that ended what was turning into a route march. 20 minutes later........
........there was the destination, a 4 mile walk, classified as easy following quiet village roads and footpaths.
No wonder the village roads are quiet! That was not easy.
Our leader did give us some information about the church, but I didn't take it in, I was just glad to have survived getting here, ( memo to self: cancel the trip to Everest base Camp 2023).
Out of breath and sweating like Tony (baby killer and convicted sexual deviant) Blair every time there's an Iraq war 'leak' I was glad to get inside the cold old church, excuse the pun the cold air was heaven.
I think I took about 3,865 internal shots, I wanted to stay here, not because I had my road to Damascus moment, it was more 'fucking hell 4 miles back down those "quiet" country roads"
Here are a selection
And the pretty flowers were real and fresh and a nice touch.
