Last day of my march trip was to the 891 meters high hill next to the Považská Bystrica called Veľký Manín. I didn’t have much time. There was another rare occasion I wouldn’t miss for nothing. I could meet my cousin. I had not see her for at least thirty years! Crazy isn’t it. This should not happen in family. Well I certainly wanted to put end of it and meet her. That mean I had to be back in city around one o’clock afternoon.