Off on a hike to Sobutka. The last time I tried tackling the hill from the back side, I got rained out. Paths turned to rivers, ankle deep water rushing down the hill with mud, me working hard not to become part of the entire sliding mass – doing my best for a more controlled descend. A blinding light flare and thunder shook me hard, leaving me with a swan song and slightly dazed. And then I take a look at the picture of the mountain and have to laugh… all of that, on that little hill?