
From my randomly found vantage point I watched the day break over a 30km-long series of bizarre amphitheatres and pinnacles, all rich-reds and yellow-oranges; the kind of image that burns into your memory. And it was a fluke made possible only by travelling in a campervan. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost …