Year of the Roses

Floral Season

The Highlands

Altsas

Isla

IT'S TWILIGHT when we enter the deserted plains of the highlands. There is nothing but acres and acres of rustling trees and whistling breeze. I've become suddenly uneasy, it just dawned on me that we are going to spend time here, the sooner I get out of here the better.

Our pace has slowed down greatly, and any moment from now, I'll fall off this horse from exhaustion and spend the night ...