29th
The Watchtower
The closer I got to the town the more bewildered I became. This place was like nothing I had ever seen before. From my vantage point the town lacked any kind of modern architecture and looked like a picture out of a history book on the middle ages.
I could see that almost all of the buildings had thatched, wooden rooftops and most were built from stone or wood and were of simple construction. Nearly all of them were varying shades of gray, white or brown with little to distinguish one from the next. I could now see livestock such as cows, sheep and even lamb wandering in fields enclosed by simple wooden fences on the outskirts of the town. Though I hadn’t yet seen one of its inhabitants.
The first structure I came upon was of course the great tower. It was easily over a hundred feet tall, overshadowing the tall trees surrounding it. The tower was circular around its perimeter and was constructed from large stone blocks. Most were different shades of gray like many of the stones I had seen along the fields, although a few were darker, almost black in color. I could now see the balcony at the very top which led me to believe that it was a watchtower of sorts, but I guessed that it had not been used in a very long time.
There were no signs declaring it a historic site or anything for that matter. I just assumed that something this old in appearance would be some kind of tourist attraction but either the place was closed or was off limits for some reason. Perhaps it was closed for renovations as there were no visible signs of deterioration.
Despite my fatigue and hunger, I was determined to get into town and the tower seemed an unlikely place to find a phone so I continued past it, only stopping for a few minutes to marvel at its magnificence.
