I'd like to think of myself as a "seasoned" hiker, yet in the middle of a hike I, gasping for breath and willing my legs to move, always ask myself why I'm there: a foot away from falling into a cliff and surrounded by the world's endless expanse of beauty.
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| While hiking in the High Atlas Mountains in Morocco |
Why are we doing this instead of sipping pina coladas on a beach in Thailand? My partner, in life and in travel, gave the most perfect answer:
"We are not here for a vacation; we are here to suffer."
2 comments:
Hi Angeli.
Are you working there now?
It can be a desolate place, the atlas. I viewed those hills through a bus window once on a trip into Marrakesh. A nice view for sure but I preferred Marrakesh.
very very nice place Angeli! i know you are having a blast with your "suffering" :)
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