I dashed from the bakery with a half dozen Baklava to meet Anil and his father. We walked west out of town and into the hills.  The morning was thick with fog and I could hear a river in the near distance, we followed the sound for some time whilst Anil's father led the way. Stopping for the incredibly syrupy layered pastry that is Baklava, I became covered in it's sweet gooey innards. The area is mountainous and has many streams running off the land; much of this water is ok to drink and I washed off the nectar before proceeding.

There was a small waterfall hidden through the brush just off the trail which the chief suggested we see.  He was incredibly fit and a great climber, it was a job to keep up with him.

Further up, the river widens and has a beautiful turquoise tint; the whole area was magnificent.  We crossed a swing bridge to scale the opposing hill to find the caves and remnants of a house that once stood high up in the cliff face. Only the cavities in the wall of the cave remain where the wooden beams were supported; these separated the 15 metre chamber into two floors.  It was approximately 200 metres up which is where this photograph was taken; in the bottom you can make out the road which follows the river.

There is a local who each year builds a temporary summer retreat in the middle of the river after the meltwater has passed.  He has walled up the sides of the artificial island and surrounded them with car tires painted white. There are three tipis for shelter and a clear tarpaulin covering a large umbrella, the kind you can usually find in a beer garden.  There was even a basketball hoop set up on the rocky mound. To complete his home away from home there is a sign displayed reading "Hotel Relax".