For Wednesday evening we planned the sunset walk, but Janka changed her mind. My guess is that my mother's anti-adventure campaign paid off. It is extremely dangerous walking on the hills in the light and cool evening breeze, while sitting and watching TV is perfectly safe. I disagree but I felt no need to start an open fight about this. I accepted the change of plans with a silent nod, knowing that Dzsoki (the puppy) is a faithful companion in exploration and he is not under the protective control of the establishment.
We got our reward, of course. The view of the older part of the village (>700years).
Sheep.
My favourite lonely tree with the gentle hills in the background.
A bone for Dzsoki. Endless entertainment.
Dzsoki is a perfect runner now. Actually he overpassed his master. I decided to walk at the final ascend. Dzsoki grabbed the lead, started dragging me an looked back: "Hey man! Run! Don't give up! Run! We are not far from home!"
