I know I am unlucky but this is ridiculous

So, after I'd missed my plane the worst that could happen was for me not to meet Vlad in Zurich. Thank god that at least I had told him the wrong date of my arrival and thus he was happily waiting for me when my plane landed. It was the first time I had seen him in ages but boy was I happy to see him! We got train tickets (very expensive, about 150 SGD, 75Euro, 116 CHF one way Zurich-Zermatt), I got myself a Swiss sim card (to deal with singapore airlines) and we were on our way, woohoo! Of course we spent the whole 4 hrs journey in the train restaurant, drinking beer and coffee and catching up. We arrived in Zermatt around 2 and got to the campsite. The campsite is managed by an old guy who used to be a matterhorn guide. His son is now a guide too and whenever you go to his office to buy beer or ask about toilet paper (let's say), you get greeted with mountain stories, especially if you have the face to prove you can take them (i.e. if your face is burned).

Marius and Radu were already there, trying to recover from the long drive (2000km) from Romania to Switzerland. We talked and talked and sorted the gear for the next day. I highjacked Vlad's Gore-tex pants because they were smaller than mine, so now watch out for the midget wearing blue gore-tex pants. You see, I bought my pants (technically they were given as a present) when yours truly was a bit on the "if you push me downhill I roll" - side. So now they are a good fit for Marian and I at the same time. This is why I steal pants, whoohooo!

Day 2 found us making our way up to a rocky plateau above Monte Rosa Hut where we would be camping for the week. This week was supposed to be for acclimatisation and in preparation for Lyskamm and Matterhorn. I won't talk about the trek from the train station to the campsite. Just to say that it was long. And hard.

It took us about 8 hours because we were carrying heavy bags (as usual) with the whole camp and food, food food. And gas tanks (they will prove quite important).

I find that a long approach makes for good training, and it did. And at 57 CHF (30 eURO = 60 SGD) a night at the Monte Rosa Hut, with 10Euro (20SGD) a meal, it is damn affordable too! Without that camp site I don't think I would have been able to see those mountains, so it's a bliss that I'm fit enough to carry. To say nothing of the amazing views of Matterhorn that we had ... Vlad was having a hard time because of the sudden altitude change and because of his back.

We spent the next day resting. There was nothing we could do because the weather was acting up. Marius, Radu and I went up the Glentz glacier just to take some photos and practice self arrests and all that. Radu, while an extremely fit trekker and carrier of loads, had absolutely no technical experience. This would later prove very important. Vlad did not join us because he was feeling very very bad. He had headaches, was nauseous and his heart was feeling funny.

The following day (day 3) Marius was the one to rest and Vlad, Radu, and I went towards Dufourspitze on the Monte Rosa glacier. That morning while we were having our breakfast, an English guide came to our camp and asked who was the leader. We pointed to Marius and he started saying: "You sir are a bloody idiot. A irresponsible, bloody, stupid idiot." In the meantime Vlad and I were asking him "Why?", while I was trying to move somehow in between Marius and Vlad and him, wondering who will be the first to launch the first punch (Marius or Vlad). Thankfully that guy said "Your people are dying up there and you sit here ..." ... In the end we got it sorted out without problems: apparently there was a very large Lithuanian team up on the glacier with no gear, no crampons, not tied in, no sunglasses and with absolutely no idea where they were going, with their leader waiting in camp. He must've thought the leader was one of us and got even more infuriated when he saw us peacefully eat and have fun. We gave him some tea and he was on his way. I don't know how it ended, he did say that he had called the Zermatt police (we saw them in the helicopter evaluating the area).

It was either that evening or the next one when we realized that Marius had bought the wrong gas tanks for his MSR stove. Yes, it sounds stupid but the bloody tank lid was covered with a plastic cap and there were the two types close to one another and then disaster struck. With no gas it would be impossible for us to go further on the Glenz glacier. The base camp for Lyskamm starts somewhere on a plateau on the Glenz glacier at around 4151m. We were at 3100m, preparing for the next day to go up the remaining 1000m difference on the glacier. After much consideration of what the proper thing to do would be, Radu and I went down to the Monte Rosa hut just to check whether they had any gas tanks for sale. Highly unlikely, and after 20 minutes trek down some boulders on which I hopped like a goat and Radu hobbled after me, we found out that indeed they did not sell them. Marius would have to go back down to Zermatt the next day then come back up with new tanks. While we, the rest of the team, decided that we deserve a good meal and the next midday found us in the Monte Rosa hut enjoying a hot coffee and a plate of Swiss Rosti.

Marius came back with vegetables, fruits and bratwurst!! Woohoo! We had a good meal and the next day we were ready to go.

We started very early, around 7 o'clock, after we packed up the camp. After about 1hr Vlad stopped us to say that he could take it anymore and that he wanted to return. I did try and try to make him change his mind considering that I knew that he could make himself walk: he climbed Ojos del Salado, almost as high as Aconcagua, when he was feeling really really bad, he climbed Matterhorn 2 years ago, etc. But he wouldn't. This meant only that I would be carrying the rope and that Marius (a big man), Radu and I will be sharing a two person tent.

A good thing that he didn't, because it was a loong, loong hard trek up that bloody glacier. And when we arrived at the plateau we ended up in a fucking storm.

Marius and Radu immediately started to dig up a hole in which we could place the tent, taking turns with the shovel that Marius had carried. I on the other hand had nothing to do and I started to freeze. Marius made me sit on a backpack and put the tent foil on me to prevent me from turning into hypothermia. At one point they erected the tent and made me go inside only to make me come outside 15 minutes later and switch the position of the tent.

Finally when Marius was satisfied with his urban development urges, we huddled inside, with me sleeping between the guys, facing the opposite direction (my feet at their heads, their feet at my head). It was quite ok if I slept on one side. This is how our tent was buried the next day.

Things teach me.

I think that it was definitely trying to tell me something. When it arrived to the 6th floor with a jolt only to go back without opening the doors presumably to the 5th floor. It was showing "1" but I knew better. Then up again to the 6th. Then down all the way to 1st floor. With me inside waiting for it to stop such that I could press a button. Any button. And then at the 1st floor to stare back at people staring at me. Then up again nice and easy to the 6th floor, and me finally out.

Good things come to those who wait.

I just wish I knew what the good things are. And when do they plan on coming. I hate defeat.

In which I miss the plane

Yup. I kid you not. If you had any, and I mean, ANY doubts that I might be light-headed, eerie and downright stupid, well ... Here is the answer to your doubts. My plane ticket said that I was leaving for Zurich on Monday, 14 July, at 01:05. I will say it again: Monday, 14 July, at 01:05. Check out the date of the entry entitled 13 just below this one. Yup. I was happily blogging away when my plane was already out of Singapore. Why?! Because I AM STPID. YES. S.T.U.P.E.E.D .

STUPID!

No wonder I couldn't do the online check-in on Monday since my bloody plane had already left!!!!! I had told Vlad I was meeting him on Tuesday, 15 July in Zurich, so at least he didn't wait in vain for me. This is what actually caused the miss-hap.

There is no excuse for this. And no comment either. Damn I'm stupid.

Luckily* I was flying Singapore Airlines, a local airline. This ensured that a) they did have somebody to answer Marian's call about my missed plane at 8pm (I was busy howling in the bathroom and nearly banging my head on the doors) b) they had an open office in the airport at 22:00 on Monday night. Luckily* they had an empty seat in the next plane. I payed a no-show fee and they put me on a waiting list for a seat with no extra charge on the plane 2 weeks from then (my ticket had gotten canceled by the no-show). Luckily* somebody bailed out.

* This luck is entirely Marian's: had it been just for me, the whole thing would have cost me 500 SGD (250E) more. But Marian is just plain lucky, and some of his luck washes over me too!

Back. Alive.

No Matterhorn summit for me, but my team and I are alive and safe and that is all that matters. Will be back with updates shortly.

13

The walls. In Krabi. They eat. Draws. Could it have been the sun?! The tiredness? I don't know... What I do know is that when I left for Thailand two weeks ago I left with 14 runners. And when I went yesterday to collect them from the airport from Sandra there were 13 runners. Of course I didn't see that there were 13 when I was at the airport but when I was cleaning the runners in the evening (thank god for that, cause sandra's family was waiting for her at the airport). Now I don't know if you know my problem now. I've tried to rationalize about it. To think clearly, make fun of myself and stuff. Think that maybe I could go with 12 runners to Switzerland. But that would be too little. But I know now. I CANNOT GO ON A TRIP WITH 13 runners. I cannot!!!

So. Here am I. 13 runners in my backpack. I had to come to school because, even though I am leaving tonite, I really must work in order to graduate, move closer to home and get a REAL job, have money to climb, have a house of my own and a dog/cat to boot.

And there is Marian. Stuck in front of the Climb Asia store. Which is CLOSED. Waiting for some guy to come and OPEN. Going to buy me a light, cheap, brightly colored draw (in that order). Thank you my love.

UPDATES: Apparently Climb Asia opens at 5pm on weekdays. So poor Marian had to wait there until somebody arrived and opened the store for him. Anyhow, I got the lucky number 14. It is long, black and light. And ... cheap! See you all in 2 weeks!!

Crimp harder, Step harder!

Woohoo, back from Thailand!!! Sorry for the looong silence, I have been trying to catch up on my work.


Never realized how much I missed this place until I saw it again. This is the beach I ran on for two consecutive mornings. For the rest of them I was either a) too tired or b) to groggy (from not sleeping) to run. Yup. Sandra didn't sleep for the first few nights, I woke up every day at either 7 or 6.


One good thing about staying in Railay beach is that instead of going to Railay walls to climb, we decide to trek over to Tonsai to climb. Smart. First day: Fire Wall: 6a, 6a+, 6b, 6b+. Guys struggled on some 6c+ that another girl with huge shoulders from Canada nearly on-sighted. Girl power!!



Next day: the Keep. My own choice, mind you. I was given the choice since I was only there for one week. So I chose the Keep after they told me that you have to trek to get there. First go through the water.


Then through Duncan's Boot. 6a, 6c (much easier than graded), 6b+ (hanged on it and when I tried to do it again, I couldn't start. Shame). The worst thing about that is that I overheard Pengyang rant that One-two-three wall was hogged by ang mohs and i just didn't want to try again.


And climb down a chimney.



But the views from The Keep are amazing. 6c, 6c+. Sandra finished a 6c!!!(Woohooo!!!) Doris and I struggled on another slabby technical 6c. Guys (John, Jiasheng, Yixiang) 6c+ (nutcracker - i love the name) and 7a, woohoo!



Next day: REST Day!!! Futile attempt to see the sunrise at 0630 - it was cloudy and the sun was already up. We wanted to eat dim sum in Krabi town, BUTT because the guys were late getting up (as usual) we got there too late and just ate some leftover dim sum.


Krabi town is interesting. But nothing much. Went to the internet, 4 times to the wet market hoping that maybe the stalls would open. Funny traffic lights,


Unknown fruit,

Unknown idols,


Driving cat



We spent a lot of time searching for Padi, Chili. Padi, Chili is the key-chain elephant that I have attached to my chalk bag. Chili Padi is cut chilies in soya sauce. THE thing Caleb cannot do without.



On the way back on the long tail boat we nearly got stranded on a sand bank because of the low tide. Jiasheng, Yixiang and I got off the boat to push it on a deeper channel. Jiasheng lost his slipper (notice the sad face).


The sun got to us so by that night, Gerry, Doris and I were sick. 3/4 of our room was sick and Sandra was still insomniac.

Next few days it was Dum's Kitchen and Tyrolean walls. By this time we had already lost John and Pengyang who went searching for more exciting (grade-wise, and climb-wise I hope) routes. The route most dear to my heart is Missing Snow. Get it, missing, snow?! It has some tufa on it that looks like icicles (this is not my picture because I did not bring Bobby along).


Last climbing day was at Dum's Kitchen. 6b and a pathetic failed attempt on a very strong 6c through which Doris just breezed. Had I had any ego left I would have felt very bad. The only good thing about climbing harder routes is that Your. Ego. Just. Goes.


I love and hate climbing on the beach (notice Gerry, NOT posing).


I love it for sights like these, but I hate it because ropes get wet and sand just gets everywhere.



Notice me, my big ass and Padi, Chili climbing the 6b. Right hand to a crimp then to a big jug. Big move. I have just realized that for me, putting up the draws on a route is very hard. No shit.


I saw Lion King (notice the bigger flake and how it just looks like a lion's mouth) and decided that this is next year for me. Yixiang finished it, yay!!


Jiasheng moved into the 26-year old league. Welcome, friend!


Saturday I left for Phuket. The boat - bus thing repeated itself, only this time I was alone. I had asked the driver to drop me in Phuket town but when I got there and saw that there were no hotel signs and everything was written in Thai (!!!) I decided to go to Patong Beach instead. Got there, got off the bus and went in the first guesthouse I could find. Realized that my tv has only one channel (in thai) and went to find a bookstore. After walking 3km to the Robinson mall (the dear driver had dropped me at the beginning of Nanai street - the street with all the guesthouses) I found a bookstore. Bought a book. Then went to carrefour for some cheese. Yes, I know. Trekked back, realized what was wrong with the tv but by that time I was too tired to read or watch tv. Got met by Marian and Maria & Mihai at the airport and that was that.


Crimp harder, step harder! :

Yell from above: I don't know how to do!!!! Answer (by Jiasheng): Crimp harder, step harder!!!

We missed Cherlyn. Never summoed on the beach. The girls (Gerry and Doris) should not be allowed to climb in the sun. The rest of the photos are here.

The joys of reviewing papers

Reviewing papers that were submitted for journals is always a tedious thing. First of all, because the deadline for the review is so far away from the moment you receive the paper, you usually end up reviewing it in the last 20 minutes or so before the review is due. Secondly, it is so unbelievably BORING to read 30 pages or so about other people's work. We did this, bla bla bla and then we did this bla bla bla, not like that guy did it but like this bla bla bla. But not when you review papers that were written by authors (like myself) for whom English is a second language. Even more so if you read papers that were translated (using a translator) from Chinese to English, or papers whose authors are definitely Chinese (or german for that matter, or thai). You can tell by the way the phrases are constructed and so on :) A few examples, even though these are not by far the best :))

However, the separation also leads to much bewilderment in the process of assembling systems. (bewilderment? wtf?)

First, the composition of quality properties is even impossible or it is possible but not at the same phase as that of functionalities, which makes it difficult to reason ...

Second, it is a paradox that dealing with the functional and quality of requirements of components separately.

The approach allowed designing and developing a software tool for devs modeling and simulation.

... besides the underlying network connectivity, the causally entering or quit of autonomous software entities may dramatically impact on the availability of software systems as well since the availabilities of autonomous entities may change over time and they are even unpredictable to some extent.

An AC had better be reused and assembled like a traditional component and it implements a collection of interfaces as a traditional component so that users could invoke its services.

A man in a line

I went today to the Thai embassy to get my visa since I am leaving for Railay on Sunday, woo hooo!!! Queued up because I was early as usual. Behind me, there was this caucasian man in about his sixties, short but fit. Started a conversation with me even though I was evidently listening to music :) He was from New Zealand but had been living in Thailand for a LONG time. Boat builder and English Teacher. He told me how he was the first white guy the townspeople of Lopang or Lampang had seen in ages. He was with some poverty organization that paid him to teach English to people in Thailand free of charge. People would still try to pay him money and would shove 100 Baht in his pockets to which he would give back 80 baht. Then when he would get home he would find food on his porch.

He said that the bar girls found it unbelievable that he would not drink or sleep with them, but instead he would take them outside, sit on the sidewalk and teach them english. It would be a great deal for somebody from that town to travel to Bangkok, but when he left 30 people showed him off to the airport. Talk about life with a meaning, huh?

He said that when he came to Singapore 35 years ago, he had long hair down to his hips (rocker, playing in a band) and that one of his friends told him to wear a t-shirt instead of a shirt. Why? Because in order to exit the airport and enter Singapore he had to have his hair cut. Now that he had a t-shirt on, they only cut it to t-shirt level. Had it been a shirt with a collar, they would have cut it much shorter.

GIRLPOWER!!!!

Woohoo!!!! Last night just got a text message from NitA!!!!!!! Kumaran and Terence reached Uhuru peak and the rest of them reached Stellar point, 140m below the peak! I don't know more yet, but will update with stories and pics just as soon as i get them! I can't wait to hear the whole story!!

Shrub, just go fuck yourself

And this does the "shrub" disservice: even shrubs have better sense than what I am reading:

President George W Bush has called on Congress to end a 27-year ban on drilling for oil in US coastal waters, to reduce dependence on imports. [...] In a news conference at the White House, Mr Bush told Congress there was "no excuse for delay" in lifting the ban.

"Families across the country are looking to Washington for a response," he said.

Environmentalists have reacted with alarm to Mr Bush's call, arguing that off-shore drilling would take at least a decade to have any effect on oil supply and would exacerbate climate change.
"We are in this situation because of our dependence on traditional petroleum-based oil," said California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, a Republican.

He advocated "new technologies and new fuel choices for consumers" instead.

Mr Bush, who has repeatedly pushed for an end to the ban, has accused Democrats of using their control of Congress to undermine attempts to boost domestic oil production.

The president also renewed his call on Wednesday for the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska to be opened up to drilling.

Presents!!

Happie happie! Not only has Marian returned from san francisco, a reason to be happy in itself, BUTT! I have a lot of wonderful presents which I am here to boast about.

Fiirst, a sports watch: Tada!! Useful functions like timer, stopwatch and alarm. Nothing more, which makes it delightfully useful. Plus, it's blue!!


Theen, a Patagonia singlet to show my muscles in. Will only wear it when i will be able to climb 6b. Effortlessly. Or if I run out of outfits in Krabi, whichever comes first.


Next, my favorite (even though a bit hypocritical), a Save the planet Hard Rock cafe t-shirt. It's green, it's soft, it's wonderful! But it's made in China, hopefully not in some sweatshop (even though i suspect the opposite).


Then, a Nike+ sensor - must buy the iPod though.


Finishing off with a pink blouse from Levi's. Not the blonde pink, but still pink. I like it though (picture not available). Nothing beats the fact that Marian is home though. IR iz happie!!

Kilimanjaro team

Yes I am aware that there might not be any Internet cafes in the bloody safari but I so much want to know how Nita and Fen did! Why oh why can't they just reply to my email OR blog on their blogs? They are coming back on the 22nd, which is coming up soon, but still! I want to know!! If only I knew their home phone numbers ...

The skies have won

From Explorer's Web tribute to Inaki Ochoa:

A realist, Inaki had little hope for the future of Mount Everest. "80 years from now Everest will be climbed by helicopters and cable cars," he said. "In the lift, you will hear somebody say, 'Hey, remember years ago all those dumb-asses getting themselves killed in avalanches and storms?' And people will agree, smiling and shaking their heads in disbelief. Fortunately I’ll be gone."

[...]

Yes Inaki was careful, but he was no coward. "Comfort, security and money are the three modern Gods of our western civilized society," he said. "Everything is ergonomic, insured, and aimed to take least possible physical effort. The value of whether a thing is good or bad is determined by how much money you can make out of it."

"Himalayan climbing is regarded useless and stupid, because you have to sweat to make your dreams come true and because you might die - as if you would live forever were you not a climber."

The hill ...

It has been conquered. And down it went my friends ... Sunday morning when Mihai and Mariuca finally woke up (around 1pm), we went again to Bukit Timah nature reserve. Yup. I did the hill three times, running to the top and walking back. I only stopped the first time after the steeper slope because I had made a tactical error and ran too fast!! Which of course left me dead by the time I reached the nicer part :) When I was coming back from my second run a man in his fifties that was running the mellow part told me that he saw me running the steep part and "Congratulations, you're doing great!". I met him and his wife again when I was running the third time and he said "congratulations" again :) By that time that was the only thing that kept me going (that and the fact that I had told M&m that I will be running three times).

Saturday was a bad day for climbing. Do remind me never to climb when I'm tired. I could only trust myself to hold the really really big hand holds (think the size of my head) and to step on really big things. Truly horrible performance. For the easy peasy routes that I could do without a sweat last time, this time I was drenched and shaking like a leaf. Bugger. Sandra's climbing has improved a lot, she's inspiring me :)

Finally ...

After one year, I have managed to get to the Bukit Timah nature reserve and run! Yay!! Even though it was raining and we only ran uphill on the very first slope that we could see from the parking lot, it was great!! The slope is about 45-50 degrees steep, for the first 500 meteres and then maybe it reduces to 20 degrees for the next maybe 800 meters. To my shame, I did not run the 500 m steep one in the first go. This is because I didn't expect it to be soo long, so I nearly died when after the first corner I was greeted with the same steepness ... On the second try and after careful consideration and application of my strategy, I succeeded in running the whole 500 m. For Sunday, I plan to run the whole thing (till the hill top) three times. Can't wait!

The back of my thigh feels a bit stiff. This is because on Wednesday Mihai, Maria and I decided to go for a run. Only 1 km mind you (they are pretty out of shape), but then Mihai said we should do some sprints. And sprints we did. Imagine me trying to run fast ... It's like watching a beer barrel trying to roll itself on a flat surface ... Mihai and Maria have been so kind as to take care of me now that Marian is in San Francisco. This only means that I'm making the poor souls do much more sports than they would normally do. This together will late night watching of football matches has turned my brain to M.U.S.H. So today I am slacking in school, woo hoo!! Will catch up on Sunday, I swear.

Sleep deprivation, woo hoo!

Pathetic uneventful football last night. What I really am upset about is that because I watched the damn match until 02(fucking):30 am, I didn't get enough sleep. This has left me feeling drowsy and literally speechless - I cannot express myself in articulate phrases and I manage just by giving examples (like now). Just the perfect time for my supervisor to come take me to lunch woo hoo!! Yup. Managed not to make a total ass of myself but had we stayed longer, I would definitely have succeeded. Still sleepy now and with a tendency to procrastinate (e.g. blog and surf).

Long hair's a hassle

Yesterday morning was supposed to meet Shumei at Dover MRT station at 0620 to go for Singapore Passion Run (15km). Because by 0610 i was still in the bathroom trying to fix my hair with colorful clips such that when I run I don't look like this deranged ang moh hovering over her poor singaporean friend, I had to make a run for the mrt station which is one km away. So in the end ran 16 km yesterday. Yay! With a very good time also, 1hr:37 minutes, woohoo, we're good! The only bad point of the race was that the water (WATER) points didn't have water and 100Plus together, they only had one of them, with the last waterpoints stacking up only on 100Plus. Yuck. I hate 100Plus when I run because it leaves a taste in my mouth and is gassy.

Which left me hick-uping. Which lasted all the way back home and on the tennis courts where I played tennis for another hour and a half. Bad, uneventful tennis. Much like the Roland Garros final which I said last year that I will not watch again. Federer lost again. This time though, I did not hate Nadal as much. He played the best tennis on clay I have ever seen, and for once he was really a gentleman. Perhaps he is picking up something from Federer as well :)

Today was supposed to be leading! yay! Just that after one hour and a half of traveling to the wall, all I wanted to do was sit down and talk. To say nothing of the fact that when I saw the plastic tiles I wanted to cry for thailand again. After an hour or so, headed back (yet another hour). In an hour or so Romania will face France in the euro 2008 championship. We will lose, which will gain me 2 beers.

Been trying to get a hold of Tracy or lindsey to go for climbing and yoga and climbing respectively, but none of them answer. something must be up. Maybe it's just monday.

All is well. I can now tie a small pony tail. Mondays suck.

Climbing in Thailand (Photoblog)

We finally got there after a taxi from the airport to the bus terminal, 3 hrs bus to krabi, taxi to Ao Nammo pier, then boat to Railay east beach.

Then I made Marian go climbing immediately after we got our accommodations figured out and bought another guide book because we forgot my dear book in the bus. See the enthusiasm on his face.


Our resort was way too nice for the time we spent in it.


I even got to run on two occasions on the beach (I don't know how i will complete the race on sunday!!)


We climbed a lot of nice, easy routes. And we also took a kayak once to the sea! Very relaxing, although I insisted on taking Bobby. The sea was restless but we managed out of there safe and sound.


And took some Lord of the rings like pictures.


Even though the waves were big


some people kayaked much better than us. He even told us something but we didn't get it because of his french accent. Mais oui...


Had a rest at an island close to Pra Nang beach.


If you must know I was wondering if my blisters were going to soften because of the salted water.


Climbed Lord of the Thais and Mala Mujer. Both beautiful, long routes with marvelous views from the top.




We even met up with Kiat, our trainer for this semester, and his friends. Had lovely diners. Notice my knee tan (I do look silly, don't i?)


Went into Diamond cave and then to Pra Nang beach on the other side. Just lovely.


I know now that I can climb 6b. Rewarded myself with a mango sticky rice afterwards (notice I did not wash my hands).


Ate a lot of tom yam soup (i suspect the shrimp!)


Enjoyed the magnificent views both in Tonsai and Railey.


Had a lovely time all in all.

Side note: You can run marathons, do yoga, climb mountains, but NOTHING beats losing weight like good ol' diarrhea!!