Sorbet time
On my bicycle trip to Iezer mountains after successfully descending almost 1000m I’ve met a bunch of women collecting forest fruits. They asked me: – you come from the top of the mountains, aren’t you? – yes, I replied – so you must have tasted all that ripe bilberry growing near the top (at almost 2400m) At this point I said nothing since in the foggy, cold and wet morning I could not see, or pay attention at, any bilberry....