Strange thing happened shortly after I took this photo – I’m walking along the top of this ridge listening to podcasts and taking photos. I look back and this guy about 50m away is frantically giving me “what’s up?” gestures. I smile and wave, thinking he’s slightly deranged. Continue walking. He gets back in his car and comes peeling around to my ridge, catches up with me, and asks why I was looking down into his house. Huh? I’m just a tourist walking around snapping photos. He soon realizes I’m not the feds or whatever he’s afraid of, and lets me off with a warning that there might be robbers about who would cut my throat. Yeah, right. Fortunately his girl is in the car with him, otherwise I’m not sure what might have happened. All I can think is that he’s a paranoid drug dealer. Weird, since the town is so chill apart from this experience.
