We left after breakfast and were on the ridge before the heat settled on the plain. The trail is not dramatic — gravel, low scrub, a radio tower you can see from the bus — but the air changes in the first hour.
Most of the walk is looking down: the grid of the city, a river that is mostly an idea in the dry months, cranes that have been in the same place for years. You go up to remember the shape of the place you live in.
On the way down we bought too much fruit from a stall that only takes cash. That is the whole report.