The guide said there were 900 steps to the high place where pagan sacrifices took place, and were there any takers?
Dave and I were keen. For the first 90 steps, that is. The total seemed like about 9000. Whatever the tally, my Samsung phone exercise app gave me another gold coin and we could tell from our wheezing and the sweat in our eyes and the stoccato in our chests that we had accomplished something great.
The problem with greatness is that it doesn't last long. I'd drunk so much in the heat that nature was calling, and calling awfully loud. Let's just say that high place of pagan sacrifice is not as holy as once thought.
What an incredible vista way up there.
