When I arrived there, I saw an Aboriginal tribe, and I greeted them by saying hakuna matata. The reaction was strange, they tied me to a log and wanted to give yarrow to some god. I tried to negotiate with them in various ways, I gave them money, but they didn't take it (they don't accept it in rubles), I showed tricks, but the disappearing trick didn't work. What saved me was that these natives didn't have a lighter and they just threw me into the river, but I didn't give up. I drank red bull because it inspires and flew straight up the mountain.
A normal mountain.