Cellphoneograhy: Pride and Peer Pressure
I am a man. I rarely ask for directions, I nod assent even when I don’t fully understand, and I endeavor to not show pain. (Imagine Hulk pose.)
I went hiking today in the wettest part of Japan in shoes one size too small, without proper gear. How did that happen? See one and two above.
Pain? The hike up was HARD. Eventually it rained and I was soaked to the skin, which made the rocks slippery on the way DOWN. My toes jammed into the front of the shoes and practically brought tears to my eyes with each step . I made friends I walked with on the way down, slipped and fell FOUR times. But I’m a guy: Skinned knees, aching feet and a twisted ankle and not a single complaint.
I’m also an online guy and I need to say #%#%%%#%#%#%##%%%#% ouch!
(The dessert is bate and switch. Would you have clicked on a post with my feet? It’s a Japanese snow cone called kakigori, btw. My next accommodation should have wifi. I’m going to try and read blogs and answer comments then.)