Anyway, eight days of trekking has just about broken me. My knees are shot, I don't seem to have full movement in my left ankle and I'm as sunburnt as I've ever been. Now that probably conjures up an image of day-glo pink skin that hurts if you breathe on it. Well that's how sunburnt my arms are. My face is a whole world more burnt than that. It started doing leaking. Which, in my limited experience of faces, isn't something they should be doing. I spent the first hour of yesterday picking crispy, yellow faceleak out of my beard. Even by my low standards of prettiness I looked positively leprous.
The burns evolved a bit since then though. I've now got "crone skin", somewhere between a sultana that you've found behind a cupboard and an over barbecued sausage. Definitely a healthy look for a ginger.
We've also had a porter, Ultimate Mo, who's hardcore as. The first day he took our ergonomic backpacks, tied them together then tied them both to his head with a bit of sack. That's the way he rolls. I appreciate that having a porter makes me softcore, but I have had clean pants everyday.
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