We live as long as we fly
The next morning, Sasha's wonder-watch Suunto, which he had left on the balcony overnight, showed that it was six degrees Celsius outside. So much for the desert!
Inside the room, water was practically streaming down the glass door. We really fogged the place up!
The next morning we had breakfast with the already familiar company. By the way, the Canadian girl told us she had been a trapper for a few years, meaning a fur hunter, I don't know if it was a hobby or a profession.
Dana is a large nature reserve, and there is a multi-day trekking route going down the gorge through it. If I had the time and health, I would have set off without a second thought, but alas, all we could afford was a little walk around. The host and the Europeans explained to us how to do a small loop around the village, and we hit the road. I must say that for this day we had prudently planned a very easy bike section — we just had to roll down to Shobak Castle. Unfortunately, an error crept into the plan, one of the few in our planning. The thing is, I had laid out the track for the fifth day not from the hotel, but literally half a kilometer to the east. As you may remember, yesterday, over this exact half-kilometer (as the crow flies), we descended three hundred meters, and those meters were eagerly waiting for us today.
