Koubousan
A few weeks ago I went hiking with the club I belong to. It had been a really long time since the last time I went and yet again the weather was not too great. At least there were no leaches this time. The mountain, or hill this time, was called Koubousan.
On the way up, I stole an orange. It was really good too.
I then saw a man chopping wood with an axe and wondered what he would do to me if he found out I stole his orange.
Stopping halfway to relax and look at the view.
