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So I was lost. I could have gone back the way I had come, but that was about an hour and a half walk. I was sure that the hotel was just somewhere nearby. Somewhere. And I was lost in suburbia. I stopped the second (and third) humans I encountered and asked for directions. I even pulled out a map.
The first one directed me by the road. But the second one insisted that there was this shortcut. "Everyone uses it. Just cut through this park. Turn right past the entrance." He points up at this cliff towering in distance. "It's just up there." I had been admiring the cliff, thinking of the lovely boulders and huge rocks were rather elegant looking. It did not at all look like something one would casually walk over.
I should have nodded, smiled, and taken the road. Ah, hindsight has such wisdom...
Went in the entrance, and turned right. I followed the dirt path, as they had warned. There were many possible paths. Some of them even seemed to lead up the towering cliff. One of them seemed possible in my sneakers. I tried it. I got about 6 feet up and there was an obvious boulder to climb, maybe coming to midchest on me. It had a 60% slope to the top, and bracing myself on a nearby tree, I tried to climb it. *sigh* Emphasis on the "tried." There were no hand holds on the boulder. I promptly slid off the top when I tried to move my weight from the tree and landed after about a 3 foot drop at the base of the tree. I'm glad I didn't just continue sliding down the slope the rest of the way to the ground.
Chastised, I only said a few curse words, and slowly got up and dusted myself off. *sigh* Seeing no alternative, I continued to walk and discovered that this set of cliffs is where local rock climbers gather. You know, with ropes and harnesses, and proper climbing shoes? They were climbing this cliff that I was trying to get over. Me and my sneakers. *sigh*
Yes, I eventually found my way back to the hotel. Sore. Not terribly wiser. It hurts to sit and walk and lay down. I'm developing a very colorful bruise on my left back and side. It is about the size of my open hand, including fingers spread. Yes, I'm taking painkillers.
My husband wonders why I only seem to have accidents like this when he is halfway around the world. I'm sure his lack of proximity is just a coincidence.
The first one directed me by the road. But the second one insisted that there was this shortcut. "Everyone uses it. Just cut through this park. Turn right past the entrance." He points up at this cliff towering in distance. "It's just up there." I had been admiring the cliff, thinking of the lovely boulders and huge rocks were rather elegant looking. It did not at all look like something one would casually walk over.
I should have nodded, smiled, and taken the road. Ah, hindsight has such wisdom...
Went in the entrance, and turned right. I followed the dirt path, as they had warned. There were many possible paths. Some of them even seemed to lead up the towering cliff. One of them seemed possible in my sneakers. I tried it. I got about 6 feet up and there was an obvious boulder to climb, maybe coming to midchest on me. It had a 60% slope to the top, and bracing myself on a nearby tree, I tried to climb it. *sigh* Emphasis on the "tried." There were no hand holds on the boulder. I promptly slid off the top when I tried to move my weight from the tree and landed after about a 3 foot drop at the base of the tree. I'm glad I didn't just continue sliding down the slope the rest of the way to the ground.
Chastised, I only said a few curse words, and slowly got up and dusted myself off. *sigh* Seeing no alternative, I continued to walk and discovered that this set of cliffs is where local rock climbers gather. You know, with ropes and harnesses, and proper climbing shoes? They were climbing this cliff that I was trying to get over. Me and my sneakers. *sigh*
Yes, I eventually found my way back to the hotel. Sore. Not terribly wiser. It hurts to sit and walk and lay down. I'm developing a very colorful bruise on my left back and side. It is about the size of my open hand, including fingers spread. Yes, I'm taking painkillers.
My husband wonders why I only seem to have accidents like this when he is halfway around the world. I'm sure his lack of proximity is just a coincidence.
