I'm Wits Toopid

It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times…

Taking the shorter, steeper rought was a BAHD idea.

Gillian is just in front, her style more of a sprint, stop, breath, sprint, stop, breath to my two step at a time stride, contiunueing untill my legs give way (generally about 3 to four two step strides, mind you) We are only half way up this cock sucking mountain.

“Motherfucker…”

“Cocksucker…”

“I’m…gonna…fuckin’ murder…Yoshi when…get…back to…hostel…”

“IF…we…get…back to…hostel!!!” we manage to muster between breaths

It was a stupid idea taking the steeper rought. Granted, it is nice and shaded (which is a good thing seen as the sun is quite warm today and I have a good chance of exploding if exposed to too much quality sun and the fact that, as it is in the cool shade, I’m dripping with sweat and my (thank Christ) white t-shirt is glued to the contours of my back. But the fact of the matter is that we’ve seen more of our feet plastered to the dirt ground than we have of the apparent views that you are supposed to be able to see from this temple island.

The island of Mijajima is a beautiful place (albeit a bit touristy in the town itself) Deer wander the streets, attacking any and every foodstuffs they can find from leftover fishcakes to any and every piece of paper they can find (we later see one with his head down a bin)

“Oh fuckballs,” Gillian as she starts eating fried fishcake on a stick “This tastes like shit, yeach.”

A chorus of explietives bring us back to present. We have been exchanging filthy words when we spot the thin trickle of dirty brown water. I am momentarally tempted. Of course, on top of being stupid enough to thinking that a 2.4 mile verticle walk would be achievable we also, both of us, forgot to bring any water. We have sweated out about twice our body weight in water at this point and would murder for some nice cool water.

The tora of Mijajima is probably one of the most famous images in Japan. A giant red tora sitting in the sea with an amazing greenery of jungle stretching behind. When the tide is out many wander out to take a picture under it.

And as we finally cross the line, panting and acheing and ignoring one of the most spectacular views I will (a few minutes later) ever see all we can do is search around for water. We spot it in unison, a small stall over in the corner with a sly, orange robed monk with a knowing smile (bastard monk!) I order two and down then instantly.

The view is amazing, and worth the journey (but only in retrospect) and as we start our journey home (we take the lift on the way down) a deer jumps out in front of Gillian, which looks pretty awesome.

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