The summary of my journey to Ikland consists pretty much of one harrowing event followed by another until the sequence of horrors became almost absurd.  It is for this reason, that I am fascinated by my own memory.  One of the most vivid moments was during the trek up Morungole.  The sun was beating down and, in a good way, the hike was becoming monotonous.  The porters glided like clouds and were clumped tightly at this particular moment of our ascension, so we didn't have the usual worry about parts floating off.  Pluth and I spontaneously broke into song and belted out, “Act Naturally” which we surprisingly both knew all the words to.  I knew it because of the Beatles cover, but I never got to ask Pluth if that was the case for him, or the original Buck Owens recording.  It is amazing how the sense of loss even pervades the most trivial of mysteries.