|A peninsula juts out behind Lucy, one of the views|
from the top of Monte Orello.
Fragrant wild flowers bloomed all around us, attracting a plethora of butterflies and bees, while geckos skittered over the rocks to avoid us. We found a pond, fenced off for safety, and our presence also prompted numerous frogs to dive off the banks and swim out to the middle. We also encountered a porcupine, but he had been dead long enough to have nearly dried up, so all that was left was skin, bones and quills. We saw no large animals nor any people, but in many places the ground had been dug up by cinghiali, wild pigs, searching for tender roots.
|The camera flash illuminates the first|
room we entered in the WW2 bunkers.
At the highest levels, we found four old bunkers, remnants of World War 2. One had at least two rooms below. We’ll never know if there were more, because as we entered the second room, we disturbed some sleeping bats, and they swished out past our heads. One touched Lucy’s shoulders with his wingtips as he overtook her from behind, and at the very same time I heard a chorus of banshees shrieking—or possibly that was just Lucy, letting me know the bats were coming.
|Lucy leaving the batty bunker much|
more quickly than she entered it.
The second photo below is of the dead porcupine.