The climb up the mountain was like some sort of terrible fairground illusion (all done with mirrors), no matter how high we went and how many "summits" we reached, we never made it to the top. Eventually, before one of us keeled over in the heat, we took a breather. Lunch, wine and the largest ham and cheese sandwich I've seen in a while (we'd picked them up in the last village); most excellent. Now, to find the end of this marathon uphill slog, it must be up there somewhere.
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