Today we have a long trip, and we have arrived at one of the main attractions: mountain hiking in a park. They said that if we are lucky, we can even see elephants. Wild elephants! Here in the Indian mountains, in the Western Ghats. We start walking in a line, a tour guide in front and another one — must be at least fifteen years old — closing the row. We move among lush greenery, exotic trees, and flowers we have never seen before.
The schedule of the hike, between 12:00-14:00, is cruel, with the temperature at 40 degrees Celsius. The hot tropical humidity radiating through our pores, and we are wheezing. Marcsi had enough with this mountain hide-and-seek and turns back with one of our escorts. The sun is blasting us with its rays as we stop in a barren field. I can feel my body fighting
