I finally arrived in the village with my best friend, something we were looking forward after a long journey. As I depart the bus, the fresh mountain air smell of the town blows over me. While the bright sun rays were warming up my face.
The stunning views combined with the old architecture of the town, and the mountains that are partly covered by the glaciers, which had started to become grayish. I couldn’t believe my eyes what I'm seeing.
I'm wandering through the town, and the deeper I go, the more beauty I discover, how can a place have so much beauty?
A familiar sound draws me in, I walk over to see and indeed it is a river flowing through the city, where people were rafting in, the screams of joy mixed with fear are barely audible from the river’s powerful flow.
As I went deeper I found these big rocks facing the sun, I could hear the sound of metal hitting the rock, the sound of struggle people were making while they were climbing on, some were just watching the others climb, some were facing the other way and enjoying the view that they had behind.
The town never stops giving. I turn a corner — there’s a beautiful lake, so calm with its dark green color reflecting the mountains like a perfect mirror.
As the day drifted on, I kept hearing different languages that people were talking, some I recognised some not, but I understood that this is a very international town.
As I walk into the hotel where I'm going to stay for the night, The English receptionist hands me the cool, brass key, directing me to my room with a deep accent.
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