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Walking through the clouds to to the "look-out" area. The drop on both sides of the narrow path would be fatal if one slipped. It's a good thing they installed railings... oh, wait... They didn't! Once at the "look-out" area, we saw wonderful views of... absolutely nothing. It looked as if our tour guide was right. The weather was terrible. I suggested to Johan that we sit for awhile and wait to see if the clouds would part. As we waited, I wittled on a log of salami I picked up in town. While I ate, I prayed to the cloud gods to send their vaporous minions away for just a few minutes so we could see why they named this place the "look-out area". And then a miracle occurred...
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