The journey back is beautiful, the snow-white peaks, the dark black crags soaring in their tormented pinnacles, gentle table tops and massive boulders, all bathed in the light of the full moon. Make that two full moons.
No, I haven't been everywhere, and some places I don't go to because I'm a conscientious objector (Zimbabwe, anyone?) but I can still dream. And plan. Because dictators, xenophobia and being broke wont last forever!