Let’s not go there. We had to get on the donkeys because the cable cars had queues a mile long and full of Americans complaining loudly about donkey shit. The poor creatures were sweating, bleeding and exhausted. That’s the donkeys, not the Americans. I tried to be nice to mine which had scars on it’s snout from the wrangler’s stick, but it obviously hated people, full stop. Very sad. I saw one eating dust out of desperation…