Escaping to Gol

We all needed the break from routine, so we escaped. Headed up and over the Crater highlands and into the wilds of Gol. Here a small camp awaited us, positioned with its back snugly against a hill, long views out front.

Around the fire we talked and ate, drank coffee or wine - depending on the hour - feeling like the luckiest people alive to be out there.

At sunrise, as we headed out to walk, following the line of the hill, the migratory herds were all around and standing quietly in the fragile light. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine another life but this