During this three days 'camp' the temps hovered up to 33.3 deg. celcius (that's nudging 92 degrees fahrenheit). Mother Nature is fickle; it is our Autumn for heavens sake.
All the 'warm-layers' I'd packed in anticipation of the 'it can get cold up there' warnings, came back home, unused. Thinking like a boy-scout (of which I've never been), "being prepared" proved to be a total waste of time ... and energy. Just ask friends who'd helped me with my luggage; no, better not!
How do you ever get your head around the fear of being caught out in the cold without that wonderfully cosy fleece jacket, the padded sleeveless jacket, several long-sleeved t's and umpteen merino singlets, for just in case?
Had the camp been in the U.K. I'd have been close to being adequately catered for. Will my friends ever forgive me for over-thinking the packing bit?
Crystal clear water tinkled its way over worn river stones, offering tranquil background 'music'.
...a parting shot as we moved on; the perfect bonsai. I'd love to see this again, in a few years time.