July 2002. Great Via Ferrata, but too crowded. Got tired of queuing and eventually unclipped and scrambled a short distance away to avoid the constant stonefall dislodged by ascensionists above. Much more satisfying.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe