Starting over: On a mood-swingy spring morning, we thought we would take a nice stroll up the Empty Hill, hang around, have lunch and come back down to chill some more at home....as you do. So we set out, with out food in our bags, on the winding trail going up. Winter was leaving yet small patches of snow lingered on at the edge of the woods where the shade was protecting it from the sun. On the other side of the plateau everything was on fire. Because reasons I guess.
On the edge of the advancing fire a man was walking his cows. We said "hi". They said "Moo." - Stirring conversation indeed. The man wasn't too bothered by the fire. His dogs were in a dilemma though: bark at us or at the fireline? the decision: Roll around in some dirt. We took our leave from our new friends and carried on, towards the monument overlooking the city - everyone's favourite place for cheesy pictures.
Then, out of the blue...or grass. Okay, out of the grass we noticed the remains of an ancient civilization dating from a few days prior, a standing stone. I jest, this thing was not even comparable with the size of usual standing stones, alas who on the right mind would haul a freaking half meter boulder and set it standing just for the lols? This took our full attention for a while...cause we're dorks. After a tirade of Aterix et Obelix jokes and a thorough investigation, we discovered the remains of ancient plastic vessels that one may have contained alcohol, we concluded that these were the marks left in history by a species we know only as porcus turisticus, the standing structure maybe marking the place where the best specimens measured their physical prowess.
Once we were done with the mysterious stone we finally got to the overlook where we had a quiet lunch and then followed the path back down.....the fire kept burning.
The stone has since disappeared.