wish fulfillment...

I wandered lonely,
but in a crowd - and wished to
God I were a cloud...

If I were a botanist, I'd tell you about the flowering cacti; if I were an ornithologist, I'd tell you about the birds; if I were a geologist, I'd tell you about the rock formations. But I'm none of these - I'm a plonker, so I'll tell you about the plonk. It's a Cabernet Sauvignon* (carton of), and I don't have to share it with anyone: I'm all alone, in glorious isolation - just me and my day-glo pink mug, as cheeky a little number as the plonk itself - atop a little piece of the Andes with views to die for, and am about to almost literally descend upon my favourite solar restaurant. All for the sake of art.
And as for it being tough at the top - well, bollocks to that. It's just that it's a bit of a scramble getting there - one or two of the slopes are so steep you start breathing heavily just looking at them. But it´s often just the initial slopes, then after that it´s uphill all the way. So to speak. Cheers for now...


*(Be not afeard, Health and Safety nuts and impressionable children - I have plenty of water, as well)

More anon, when I finally drag myself away from this place...