After taking an hour -or two- of rest, and eating the -so little- food brought by Y-san, we decided to ascend the mountain, to watch the sun as it sets.
Going up the mountain was an easy adventure, had we not been tired from the "cave trail" dungeon. :)
But we climbed the mountain in short time, and were able to witness a very beautiful sunset, seldom do we have the chance to witness such a sunset in the city.
Descending the mountain using the longer, yet easier path, was -to my surprise- not the treat that ascending it, was to us.
Three of the guys were -for some unknown reason- psyched up enough to raise up their pace, and beat us to the camp, the ones who were left behind "suffered tortures of the damned sir, tortures of the damned", allow me to quote the old film.
The path down, was a long and tiring one, with no water or food at hand. (It's not like we NEEDED any food, but some cold water would've been nice, and some juice too, maybe some jelly....what was I talking about??)
And with Y-san hurting her leg, and barely being able to walk, we moved at a low velocity, being unable to help her in anyway. And the darkness falling on us wasn't helping, either.
After walking for so long, without seeing a sign of the camp, the courageous little me decided to go on an "exploring expedition", equipped with no more than a binoculars, a sony ericsson W800i (relatively good lighting) and a precious Canon G9, too valuable -to the courageous little one- to be used anyway. The courageous little one started running, holding the binoculars in one hand, and the precious G9 in the other, and even thought he strayed away from the road, and -soon enough- found himself " within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost." like a great poet once said, 700 years ago. So the little courageous one decided to return to his little party that he left behind, and so he hasted towards them, and after "hasting" for a considerable time, he didn't see any trace of them, so he called them using his cellular phone, only to find that they've actually arrived at the camp, a little earlier. Now the little courageous found himself to be alone, in the night, lost, in a natural reserve that's "supposed" to have wolves and hyenas. The little courageous one is no more courageous, for fear is now within him like a tree having it's roots so deep in earth.
The little no-more-courageous one called his friends once more for guidance and moral support, but his friends being as insensitive as he expected them to be, decided to see what are the chances of a little not-so-courageous one surviving through such hardships.........
anyway, the camp was actually near, and the little not-courageous-but-able-to-run one was able to run all the way there, encouraged by the scary voices that you would only hear when you are alone, lost and with no sense of direction. :D
if there is a third part, it should be expected soon
1 comment:
i told you i liked your writing style, you modest little one :P i identified myself with the weak sense of direction, but about my case- even the mobile wouldnt help or the camp a few meters away...
btw,i dont know the parameters or the scale or whatever you took it,but i like especially the sunset pic :)
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