There might be somewhere four flamingos. Other than me there were no tourist - not possible with a tour. - I could hear the wind in the grass on the opposite side of the water. - Taking pictures you feel the burden of pure solitude seldom, since the process keeps your mind busy. It hits you twice when you stop doing something. What remains in the dusk is the wind and the recollection of your shadow indicating that you are standing tall in the vast plain surrounded by silent mountain chains.