Mountains!? Heat!? Humid!? Altitude!? Exercise!? None of these words are remotely appealing to me! I've got arthritis for God's sake! I've also long maintained a balanced diet of Lager and Cider and have now had to carry (drag) that investment up 3 mountains! My body is screaming at me. Actually, my feet are so pounded into submission that they can't say anything, my knees are muttering something incoherent in amongst the quivering but I'm pretty sure they're pissed off. My beer belly's being the most vocal; "What are you doing? No, no, stop. You don't want to exercise. I wanna stay! There must be an Irish pub around here somewhere. Whad'ya say??" I've reassured him that we'll be together for some time to come.
I've hiked 65km over the past few days and what have I learnt? That it's quite difficult to admire the view from 5500 ft when your chest is about to reenact the birth scene from Alien. There are also some useful phrases used to quicken your pace; "Most of the snakes around here aren't poisonous", "The Elephants around here are quite aggressive and can run at 35mph (I sure as hell can't!) and my personal favourite; "This is Tiger country, we lost a cow around here last week"!!
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Hey Al, finally got around to looking at your site. Some really nice pictures and yeah I like the writing. Good ol'English pessimism. Took a ride into the mountains myself (screw walking, your post convinced me that it was the right choice) and went upto 3700 before the "road" stopped. Really stunning up there huh?
How is Thailand? I should be there a bit earlier now but only by a couple of days, some time at the end of March anyway.
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