So, here I am.  Each caravan was left to stand alone until adventurers like myself seek to find them.  I would never discover who owned them and why they were left alone by the side of a mountain.  Their secrets were lost and forgotten.   As I walked around, I imagined the conversations of people swapping stories about lazy days swimming in the clear waterhole or campers swapping yarns about catching the ‘big’ one out in the lake.  All those moments have been lost in time.

I share this movie to honor the people who once lived in these colourful vans.

Thank you Tizona for allowing this little post on this blog. byes

Until then, stay safe.

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