Doubling Up
The drive to the top of the mountain would have been terrifying in the day, but at night time, with a mockingly glowing full moon to illuminate the absolute nothing of the precipice next to us as we drove along the very edge of the towering mountain, I learnt to pray. It must have worked too because we eventually saw a man-made light in the distance. “Thank God, we must be close,” I muttered aloud in my newly rediscovered religious fervour. “And they’ve left a light on for us. That’s a good...