a Journey

not because I'm a masochist. But because they're a reminder of the 1864m I climbed over the weekend.

No cable car help because coming up the mountain, I was an ignorant enthusiast. I guess this is what happens when the most you've climbed are snow-capped ski slopes with the help of ski-lifts. Tourist attractions. Ignorance. Coming down, I wanted. No craved the cable car, but as life would have it... there was a short-circuit on the mountain so the cable cars were out from 10a.m. to 4p.m. and the bus back to Shanghai was at 2p.m. 3p.m at the latest. And so we climbed.
This was the first time in my life I think I understood the word MAJESTIC. The mountain range. Not a single, solo one, but range after range before my eyes clouded in purplish-white mist... it was beautiful. To see a sheer rock face and realise that people had actually managed to carve stone steps into rocks as steep as that. And to climb down almost vertically, and have to mantain your sense of balance sans handrail at some spots... and I could go own about the stairs UP that made me want to cry from the breathlessness and light-headness... :)

Twas my weekend of 12 hours of climbing... and more.

Twas was Huangshan.