Lingana
At 2.30 in the morning we got the wake up call. There was just enough time for tea and a smoke before we set out. Even nature doesn’t answer your call at that hour. By 3.30, we were at the head of the gorge. As we started our descent, cautiously moving between the rocks that lay scattered along the path, stars shone down on us from between the cliffs of the gorge like precious jewels that you can see but can’t touch. These were not the stars that shine down on our cities. No, these stars were brighter, innumerous and beyond description, just like in the nursery rhyme. The moon had set an hour ago. We climbed down between the dark rocky cliffs of the Boratyachi Nal with our torches held between our teeth while our hands groped the rocks for support. And the stars shone down from between the cliffs. Diamonds in the sky. We started to climb Lingana at 5, just as dawn was breaking. By 8 a.m. we were at the summit. With an almost 2000 ft drop on 3 sides and anoth