I love my Deviantart account,
For the past 3 weeks I have bin going crazy contributing, creating, commenting and collecting. If I go on the way I'm going now, I'll have more deviations by the vend of next week than my Best friend has made in 4 years.
29 September, 2010
14 September, 2010
Going up a mountain and down a waterfall.
Sunday 29 th came and my friend an I woke up early to prepare for the first organised group trip that week. It was going to be a medium hike, which I figured I should easily be able to handle even with my passing cold. There was even the promise of an cold pond with an actual waterfall so I packed my swim gear, unlike my friend who decided to put it on in the hotel room. If there is anything I hate it's walking lenght of time in something like swimwear under my shorts. After arriving at the mountain I seriously had to reconsider, but non the less the thought of a cold pond pulled me over the line to start. And regret soon followed, god did my lungs burn. It was as if I'd gotten the preposterous idea of walking up a 5km wall, the inclining of the path was somewhere between 50-90 degrees (and no I was not hallucinating). I'm one of those people who are physically not made to climb up mountains, the parts that where downhill went perfect, I got extremely agitated about being so short of breath and instead of respecting my private space my friend felled inclined to stay by my side. This just made it harder for me to go through the motions, I love to curse when I'm the only one to hear it, I had the feeling that my friend was holding me down in attempting to help me.
When we reached the halfway part of the climb I was the last one of our group to arrive and all I could think about was that I needed some air. Before I'd fully recovered we were on our way again. If I had not had the deep desire to see the abandoned town of Sanguine I would have gone back down to the bus, like this other guy from our group. I kept trying to explain to my friend that I wanted to go trough this on my own, but it was like talking to a blind wall. How do you explain to somebody who think they are doing the right thing that it is completely wrong?? Because of this I could not stop and look around from time to time getting myself back together. Than nearing the town, I could hear the rest, My lungs gave me the warning that if I went any four feet further they would stop working. I decided to take the risk and walked eight, my lungs froze, my heartbeat went up to nearly 120 beats per minute and all I saw where flashes of light but I had made it to the town edge.
In Sanguine we were told about the reason behind it's unusual outlook. Some 'houses' were no more than a couple of rocks left slightly in place as where others were complete houses that looked like the inhabitants had just left to make a small errand. I could go around and take pictures, after I had reclaimed my backpack from my friend, taking in the full breath of atmosphere of the town. It left me with several ideas for story's and drawings, that I still have to find time for to make. After we passed trough the town there was a short part of the road that went downwards, I was the fastest one of all. I am build for going down, I felt fantastic. Our guide and several in our group thought that I had finally bin in a better spill of a mood, but then there was an incline and my lungs complaint immediately. Sounds like the story of my life, I always have the most fun going down.
I'm not certain exactly how long it took us but after a short while after the last waiting spot I could start hearing the waterfall what made me just the more ardent to get there. Finally there was the last part between us and there, my skin started to tingle just by the thought of being able to drift in the water and put the climb behind me. Then by passing the last corner I found myself in the present of water and the desire to get in the water overflowed every thought about the way up.
Now our guide had asked if there where any Finnish or Swedish people in our group, when we answered with a no he replayed that here then was not a big risk that anybody would jump in the water in the first 5 minutes. I felt inclined to inform him that I love cold water and was defiantly would get in very fast. The moment we arrived I changed my clothes, gorged down half my sandwich, and went into the water. It was cold. It was very cold when this rock I stood on shifted making me crash into the water face first. It took a while but then others of our group followed, not all I'd say about 5 maybe 6 people dared. Swimming and sitting under the waterfall made all the stress reside from my corporeal form. When I got out of the water a good half an hour later our guide said it was best if I dried and dressed quickly there wasn't much time for our group staying if we wanted to back in time. Going through the motions as fast as I did I can not truthfully say I have not flashed certain parts of myself unintentionally, nobody complaint so whatever.
The way down was indeed a lot easier than the way up, for the simple reason we did not complety took the same trail what made it unfathomanable easier than it already would have bin for me.
When we reached the halfway part of the climb I was the last one of our group to arrive and all I could think about was that I needed some air. Before I'd fully recovered we were on our way again. If I had not had the deep desire to see the abandoned town of Sanguine I would have gone back down to the bus, like this other guy from our group. I kept trying to explain to my friend that I wanted to go trough this on my own, but it was like talking to a blind wall. How do you explain to somebody who think they are doing the right thing that it is completely wrong?? Because of this I could not stop and look around from time to time getting myself back together. Than nearing the town, I could hear the rest, My lungs gave me the warning that if I went any four feet further they would stop working. I decided to take the risk and walked eight, my lungs froze, my heartbeat went up to nearly 120 beats per minute and all I saw where flashes of light but I had made it to the town edge.
In Sanguine we were told about the reason behind it's unusual outlook. Some 'houses' were no more than a couple of rocks left slightly in place as where others were complete houses that looked like the inhabitants had just left to make a small errand. I could go around and take pictures, after I had reclaimed my backpack from my friend, taking in the full breath of atmosphere of the town. It left me with several ideas for story's and drawings, that I still have to find time for to make. After we passed trough the town there was a short part of the road that went downwards, I was the fastest one of all. I am build for going down, I felt fantastic. Our guide and several in our group thought that I had finally bin in a better spill of a mood, but then there was an incline and my lungs complaint immediately. Sounds like the story of my life, I always have the most fun going down.
I'm not certain exactly how long it took us but after a short while after the last waiting spot I could start hearing the waterfall what made me just the more ardent to get there. Finally there was the last part between us and there, my skin started to tingle just by the thought of being able to drift in the water and put the climb behind me. Then by passing the last corner I found myself in the present of water and the desire to get in the water overflowed every thought about the way up.
Now our guide had asked if there where any Finnish or Swedish people in our group, when we answered with a no he replayed that here then was not a big risk that anybody would jump in the water in the first 5 minutes. I felt inclined to inform him that I love cold water and was defiantly would get in very fast. The moment we arrived I changed my clothes, gorged down half my sandwich, and went into the water. It was cold. It was very cold when this rock I stood on shifted making me crash into the water face first. It took a while but then others of our group followed, not all I'd say about 5 maybe 6 people dared. Swimming and sitting under the waterfall made all the stress reside from my corporeal form. When I got out of the water a good half an hour later our guide said it was best if I dried and dressed quickly there wasn't much time for our group staying if we wanted to back in time. Going through the motions as fast as I did I can not truthfully say I have not flashed certain parts of myself unintentionally, nobody complaint so whatever.
The way down was indeed a lot easier than the way up, for the simple reason we did not complety took the same trail what made it unfathomanable easier than it already would have bin for me.
10 September, 2010
second round.
Starting on Saturday 28th of August, I woke reasonably conscious, and after a good breakfast I was in a good enough state to start to make plans for the rest of the vacation and to hear all the things my friend had already planned while I was 'out'. It was the first time I got a hint of the fat that me and my friend do not have the same vocabulary, where I meant the one thing when I said something my friend meant something else and because of those misunderstandings we ended up getting into several arguments.
We spent the day doing what I consider nothing, we swam in the swimmming pool located on the roof of the building, hanged about town, made photo's, visit a museum, bought cards intended to sent home, talked and in the end of the day we spend some quality time hanging abut in a good restaurant. My craving for pasta (mostly caused by all the pizza's I saw going about) let us to a place called Bella Italia and as always the second I saw the word Lasagna on the menu my mind was set. My friend also didn't take long to decide but to be honest that rarely happens, what on his own can be extremely tiresome. After dinner we went back to our hotel where we told the receptionist the name of the restaurant and the exact location. She had namely told us it was located on the corner but the truth was it was located in a small ally up one flight of stairs and then towards the corner of the building. She was really happy we had told her that so that next time somebody asked about a good Italian close by she could tell. back in our room I tried to make a dent in my book but as always on holidays the second my head touched the pillow I slept till morning.
We spent the day doing what I consider nothing, we swam in the swimmming pool located on the roof of the building, hanged about town, made photo's, visit a museum, bought cards intended to sent home, talked and in the end of the day we spend some quality time hanging abut in a good restaurant. My craving for pasta (mostly caused by all the pizza's I saw going about) let us to a place called Bella Italia and as always the second I saw the word Lasagna on the menu my mind was set. My friend also didn't take long to decide but to be honest that rarely happens, what on his own can be extremely tiresome. After dinner we went back to our hotel where we told the receptionist the name of the restaurant and the exact location. She had namely told us it was located on the corner but the truth was it was located in a small ally up one flight of stairs and then towards the corner of the building. She was really happy we had told her that so that next time somebody asked about a good Italian close by she could tell. back in our room I tried to make a dent in my book but as always on holidays the second my head touched the pillow I slept till morning.
07 September, 2010
Back to start
After a nice holiday that went from open hearted conversations to wholehearted confrontations, I'm back home getting so fast back in my daily routine I had almost forgot about posting in my blog. As it was indeed a nice time I will put a recap here.
Starting at packing day; Thursday 26Th.
I woke up at approximately 5 in the morning and try as I might I was unable to fall asleep again, not that that in any way concerned me I just figured I'd sleep in the afternoon. Not. The whole day was about figuring out what to take along, buying the last supplies (mostly batteries for my camera & condoms just in case), washing the final pieces of clothing that where to go in my suitcase and last but not least packing my suitcase. In the end I did not in any way get some sleep. Because by the time I was done it was already 1 o'clock Friday morning, and my friend was only about an hour away of picking me up for the airport.
I decided to get some sleep in the plane. Not. I was sitting in the aisle part and the people next to me snored so loud I could not sleep. So next I decided that the moment we landed I'd take a nap in the hotel before doing anything else. Than we got a major turbulence so our plane had the try and landed twice in Terceira, where we got delayed by almost 2 hours. By the time we left flown and landed at Sao Miguel, I knew that the second I touched my bed I would not wake up till morning. So when we arrived in our hotel room I dropped my bag and decided to go around town to find several things (water, Tourist info and some restaurants for diner).
After the info meet, some light shoping and eating at a great restaurant, I ended up in a bed around 11 Açores time what was a nice 42/44 hours after I woke up.
Starting at packing day; Thursday 26Th.
I woke up at approximately 5 in the morning and try as I might I was unable to fall asleep again, not that that in any way concerned me I just figured I'd sleep in the afternoon. Not. The whole day was about figuring out what to take along, buying the last supplies (mostly batteries for my camera & condoms just in case), washing the final pieces of clothing that where to go in my suitcase and last but not least packing my suitcase. In the end I did not in any way get some sleep. Because by the time I was done it was already 1 o'clock Friday morning, and my friend was only about an hour away of picking me up for the airport.
I decided to get some sleep in the plane. Not. I was sitting in the aisle part and the people next to me snored so loud I could not sleep. So next I decided that the moment we landed I'd take a nap in the hotel before doing anything else. Than we got a major turbulence so our plane had the try and landed twice in Terceira, where we got delayed by almost 2 hours. By the time we left flown and landed at Sao Miguel, I knew that the second I touched my bed I would not wake up till morning. So when we arrived in our hotel room I dropped my bag and decided to go around town to find several things (water, Tourist info and some restaurants for diner).
After the info meet, some light shoping and eating at a great restaurant, I ended up in a bed around 11 Açores time what was a nice 42/44 hours after I woke up.
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