Recently, we have made a long-awaited spring hiking in the mountains.
All my feelings once experienced an orgasm.
Sight, smell - from the indescribable beauty of nature and the fragrance of herbs.
HEARING - from the noise of water in streams, rain and hail on my Brazilian Panama. And from the lack of any other sounds.
TOUCH - from the virtual patient is pain in my left leg, which luckily almost feels nothing.
Taste - from the infamous evening of cognac and beer at a roadside cafe. And my favorite Laghman that for some reason other than I did not eat any of our company.
BRAIN was also pleased and received solace and peace.
Brief comments on the pics: "Fog" - is the best photo in your collection. I put it on the desktop of your computer.
"Tulip" - I thought that the Red Book has long extinct plants in our mountains. Fortunately this is not so.
"BIRCH" - I read somewhere that they were put on the orders of the Russian Emperor's brother, who was governor of the king in these parts. Incidentally, he was a great lover of women, which in its order embodied in marble some Italian.
"Darkness and cold" - is the cost of the changeable weather of spring.
"My Hand" - I with your friends on birch snow, walking on that difficult and dangerous (Inside it has a cavity washed with water, and can be deeply sink).
"Chimgan MORNING" - the beginning of the path. Soldiers' boots that I bought specifically for this campaign, very well demonstrated. Toes are not damaged by stones and feet remained dry even after the passage of 15 cm deep creeks.
"Chimgan EVENING" - the herd on the highway is common in the mountains. But I got some reason a few pleasant minutes watching the animals.
Probably have to go to the zoo. Exact,