At the canyon opening, Leonard tried to line us up, we were 15 in his group. It is funny how people who choose a group activity usually end up being the least suitable for such. There was the Italian lady who could not stop instantly verbalizing what ever she saw or heard to her husband and son (Oh, look, sand! Oh, look, its red!), there were the three French idiots carrying expensive cameras and probably still a load of alcohol in them from the night before, and the two Englishmen who did not bother following Leonard and who Leonard got pretty upset with, having to lecture on them in front of everyone else. In addition to all this, the canyon that in the photographs had looked big, calm and serene, in reality was very narrow and packed with dozens of other groups just like ours. I had been to much more serene places I must admit.
But then, on our way back through the S-shaped canyon walls, Clerg and I happened to be in front, quite ahead of our group, and somehow, for a minute, we were the only ones to witness the midday sun beams break through the canyon ceiling. For this moment, we could feel what the websites keep promising to tourists: the serenity and calm of the Antilope Canyon. The wooden benches on the way back did not seem that bad anymore. Baaaa.....
well it looks amazing, i have always wanted to go there ,so with or without drunken french,consider yourself lucky;)))
AntwortenLöschenAnd i hope u will make it to the San Diego Zoo tomorrow, please say hi to the giraffe boys&girls from me ;)))))