“So, we’re going to descend seven hundred steps,” our guide says. “If there is anyone who thinks that they can’t manage that…”
We’re on a tour of the wonderful Baha’i Gardens (see attached photo). It’s so beautiful.
It’s also very hot here at midday. Am enjoying the gorgeous plants, such as this strelitzia:
“Mum,” I say. “I’ve got terrible pains in my chest and…”
“What sort of pains?” Mum says, putting her arm around me.
“I don’t know,” I say. “It’s just awful.” Gritting my teeth, I keep walking.
Eventually, we make it to the restaurant. Sitting down, sipping water, my discomfort disappears.
“Maybe it was caused by the change in altitude,” I say to my brother. “We’ve just walked from the top of the mountain to the bottom and…”
“Or something to do with your surgery,” my brother says. “The weight of your lungs pressing on your chest.”
Anyway: have survived but that was frightening. On the plus side: saw a hummingbird drinking out of a flower. He was tiny and wasn’t able to get a photo but was great to see him.
Happy Saturday everyone!
*1996. By Ann Ripley. Gardening murder mystery novel.