As it started to get dark quickly on my mountain, I realized that I needed to get going if I was to find my way back down. Already it was getting too dark to find the footpath.
As I shot this, three tiny girls in beautiful dresses and with perfectly braided hair approached me cautiously. Most likely the daughters of some caretaker living there. Behind me they were practicing English words they had picked up: “restroom… rest…room”. Finally one of them dared to say “hello” in a nervous voice. “Hello”, I replied. They came over and stood next to me for a while. Nobody dared to say anything else and the conversation ended there.