I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Wallahualam
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Sleeping on the rocks
Climbers were sleeping on the rocks in the 50-ies. At first they were looking comfortable mountain “shelves”to replace the bed, and now they use a suspended tent, the system is called portaledges. They are specially designed for rock climbers, who need to spend a few days and nights on a big rock.