GETTING HIGHi woke up at 5:15am yesterday exhausted, with sore legs, a blister on my right heel, and a can-do attitude.
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in a way i re-climbed the mountain to rectify an incongruity in self-perception. not in a negative way, like 'oh i failed' (i have an almost unshakable sense of self-belief/love and i'm not afraid to admit that - what are we without self belief?), but in a positive way, like "yeah bondy you can do this! so go for it!" i felt excited to see what i was capable of.
.i watched dawn from a temple 70 minutes up the mountain, then powered another 5 hours to the top. at the summit of zhonghe shan, (the third highest mountain in the region) there's a tv tower, where two men do 10 day shifts maintaining it before hiking back down. one guy invited me in and gave me a bowl of hot water and a towel. i didn't know what to do with it, so he said "wash your face".
ugly doesn't wash off, but i washed my face anyway and left. .
the weather was perfect, and i felt so pumped that i took a 2 hour detour and climbed the second highest mountain in the region as well - yuju shan, at 4097m. there i am sitting by the cairn at 4097m! either the second or third highest point i've ever been on! (bit of confusion regarding how high fil and i actually were at pico bolivar in venezuela). i had my usual spell of crying and singing and dancing at the top of the mountain. climbing at altitude is god.
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i was a one-man fart factory all the way down. all in all, it was a solid 12 hours of hiking, but i returned to dali full of energy, with a deep down feeling of sublime contentment.
the weather was perfect, and i felt so pumped that i took a 2 hour detour and climbed the second highest mountain in the region as well - yuju shan, at 4097m. there i am sitting by the cairn at 4097m! either the second or third highest point i've ever been on! (bit of confusion regarding how high fil and i actually were at pico bolivar in venezuela). i had my usual spell of crying and singing and dancing at the top of the mountain. climbing at altitude is god.
.i was a one-man fart factory all the way down. all in all, it was a solid 12 hours of hiking, but i returned to dali full of energy, with a deep down feeling of sublime contentment.
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didn't sleep a wink because the really fat ugly couple next door were having loud sex (which made my stomach turn to think about) and then started snoring like pigs until i hammered down the walls at 3am and told them to shut the fuck up.
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heading off to do the tiger leaping gorge trek over the next few days, and then might disappear for a while into western sichuan, so i'm not sure when i'll next blog. please keep sending me your updates! i love hearing from you all :)
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