somewhere in phoenicia, 200 bc.

the land still densely forested.

at least the part where i got stranded.

mediterranean virgin forest;

early morning, late spring.

the air thick with the scent of ... - lavender and rosemary.

lesser whitethroats fill my ears, nightingales - and roosters from the colonies.

hear the cattle?!

sounds like calf ...

steps i take, on solid ground.

now i can smell it clearly!

walking down the hill, to where the livestock market is.

busy here. it's teeming with two- and four-legged folks.

pausing for a second.

immersed.

overwhelmed.

leave the scene inconspicuously.