we climbed up the mountain. it was steep. and made of mud. it was raining. i faceplanted about 6 times.
we got up there. it was really misty. the wall was cool. made out of stone and what-have-you. couldn't really see much else because there was so much mist. kind of like standing in a giant white room.
we climb up a 1 to 2 story high WALL because the tour guide says the way down is on the other side.
the tour guide got confused. the tour guide was in fact a crazy man who lived in the mountains that we paid to show us the wall. he ran up the mountain like a monkey while chainsmoking the whole time. i dubbed him benjamin linus (the crazy guy from lost) because i was convinced he was leading us to our deaths while first playing mind games with us. we walked around for a good 2 hours on top of the wall because he couldn't find the way down. saw lots of the wall. lots of it.
we decide to go down the way we came up. it's been raining the whole time. its basically a mudslide. since i couldn't keep my balance the way up, i for sure couldn't on the way down. i fell around....25 times, basically skiied my way down part of it (with no skis mind you) and slid the rest of the way on my ass.
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