Shortly, in a matter of few days, the cacti which looked healthy to me started to look bloated and swollen up. Some even got discoloured, turning yellow. The other few showed signs of rotting. I was devastated. I had watered them well, trowelled them at regular intervals and had even fed them fertilizers. Surely it was some pest that had attacked. I turned to the master farmer for advice. He just smiled. I smiled back perplexed.
It was like walking through a fairytale land. Engulfed by mist, the trail we were following was hardly visible. The ground was slippery, owing to the creeks, but we had tiny crabs as our companions, moving along with us, although laterally. Our shoes were soaked, and soon we were drenched in clouds, teeth clattering to the sudden coldness around. After walking, slipping, falling, skidding, and a few ouches and a few ooiis later, we finally reached the edge of the cliff!