Like having a giant vultures swoop down to have a look at you while you’re taking a snooze under a Willow tree on the banks of some un-named alpine stream…
Like almost stepping on Leopard spoor that’s so fresh the water is still seeping into it…
Like being so far up the mountain that it snows on you in the middle of summer…
and my favourite summer pastime…
Like hearing the sound of the thin rind of fat sizzle on the steaks on the braai (BBQ), while the boys drink beers and bullshit about the fishing…