Halfway to tinerhir

Still crossing the mountains, there are little dwellings dotted around in the middle of nowhere; small families with a few cows and donkeys and chickens but very few obvious means of survival. I guess the men are loggers, who drive these tracks all day with a full load. We're out of the woods now and it's a bare landcape, no trees, just a few small huts.

Network coverage still patchy :-)

K.