Well.. Jo said that based on the last post, it sounded like I hated the Tiger Leaping Gorge. In my defence, I tend to behave that way around things that try to kill me.
I know it’s easy to say this now that we’ve completed Day One of our trek, but sitting here in the foyer of Tea Horse Inn and having our awesome dinner and beer, I’m tempted to say that the day’s walk and my feetful of blisters was “totally worth it”.
Sure, the trek was tiring, the road slippery from dust and most of the time we are one misstep away from the cliff edge and certain death, but you just can’t put a price on the zen-like feeling you get when you look out at the amazing view, right?
I’ve got to be honest, for the most part (beside having to move our ass pronto during the last part of the hike), the trek was actually pretty refreshing. We walked through peaceful little villages and met some pretty nice villagers.
There was even a surreal moment when a grizzled old man riding a donkey followed us part of the way. He was smoking a rusty pipe as he chatted with us about life in the villages. It felt like something straight out of a story book.
True, he was trying to sell us a ride on his donkey, but he remained happy and chatty even after we’d rejected him for the 10th time over the half hour he was with us.
And the best part of the walk? We had bottles of ice cold beer waiting for us when we ended the day’s walking at Tea Horse Inn.
Did I mention that the view throughout the Gorge is great?
Well, multiply that by a factor of awesome when the Gorge and the Snow Mountains in the background is the first thing we see when we wake up in the morning… EVEN when waking up time is at 630am (we had to start early to make up for lost time).
So, the truth of the matter is that in spite of my complaining, I think I am actually in love with the Tiger Leaping Gorge.
And now… for a second, and possibly third day of hiking…