Yesss! I did it again.....
This time there was no water skiing. Just a lots of walking and rock climbing and rappelling. Sun was a bit too harsh, but I enjoyed the walks and rocks and grass fields nevertheless.
We played a little game of finding the way on our own to the base of the hill and managed to get lost in the bushes (not just once, but multiple times). My jacket was full of thorns by the time we reached that place (Thanks to all those thorny wild-bushes). Tasting the wild-berries along the way was fun though.
Once we reached to the bottom of the hill, climbing rocks to reach to the tiger point was the next adventure in the line. After all those exhausting activities, rappelling was just a piece-of-cake. I would have loved to do it again, but the thought of climbing the rocks again to reach to the rappelling point was a way too discouraging.
We were on the hill until the sunset and then there was a scary walk down. We somehow managed our way down with the help of limited number of torches. I used my mobile light to check the path... a true adventure.
A note to myself.... never try to climb down a rocky hill in dark again.