Scratching on a lee side shaded thermal I saw a house

next day was bad weather, I hiked up to have a look

searching for house is a recurrent endless activity in my life

but is just searching. I look only for impossible houses in impossible countries

and the more on I go the more I realize that stopping somewhere is becoming more and more improbable

returning home today means for me nothing more than landing in Italy jumping on the van and start roaming around the Alps.

But what a beauty full place, today was cloudy and the Himalaya was invisible but I can imagine sitting there and just looking forever at the landscape.

The same old vulture that I meet the day before is thermalling again, as every day at noon.

He flies a bit more on the lee than what I did.