That is one of the (non-explicative) things that came out of his mouth after he got back onto solid footing. This was an American colleague of mine who was intrepid enough to go hopping around on these cliff pillars (for lack of a better name). Also notice he is doing this in something like rubber Birkenstocks (damn hippie)(Just kidding Theo). You can’t imagine how high up this was and how it looked even higher up, vertigo just doesn’t describe it. I didn’t have the cohones to follow but our driver took the lead hopping back and forth like a little afghan mountain goat (all the while egging us to follow, I didn’t fall for it). I later found out that our driver drove a tank during the fighting with the soviets which goes a long way towards explaining his unhinged driving tendencies and his general perception of danger.