Amidst the continuous stretch of burnt yellow mountains, the horse carriage lanes seemed like grey cotton threads winding their way around the rocky hills. Clusters of little green trees were scattered sporadically across the area, making it seem as if someone had accidentally splattered green ink on a yellow canvas.
The afternoon sun shone on the yellowish mountains, and was especially bright on the rocky peaks.
Four youngsters in khaki coloured hunting clothes lay beneath the shade of a fruit tree and nibbled on round red fruit while looking below intently.
There was a grey-white lane at the bottom of the hill, located in the narrow space between two cliffs.
The four of them climbed onto one side of the hill and stared attentively at the center of the lane in the crevice.
This quintet consisted of three men and a woman, who seemed like some sort of group.
