26 Jul Dolomites
I had dreamt that the Dolomites would be the highlight of the European leg of my journey. They beat me. I reached the summits of their grey passes exhausted and far colder than my summer gear could protect me from. Curled up in Cortina, under the soft pines between razor mountains, I snapped the scenery under the sunset. It wasn’t until weeks after leaving the Dolomites, while looking back through my photos, that I realised with a warm and comfortable mind the incredible show that nature had put on for me while I was complaining about my seat…