287 Sittin’ on the Summit

458-summit-at-lastNearing the summit we were approached by a screaming bunch of women. Each tried to steer us into their cafe. The road was lined with them. We chose the closest place.  One of the girls took this photo. We were tired and hungry but what a feeling  of accomplishment.


You can see here what we mean when we say, “little cafe”. It was much cooler under the tin roof at the summit. I sat in the shade and enjoyed a soft drink. Cat walked around taking photos including this lovely shot. We had noodles of course.