are we just wimpy?
So, on one of the aforementioned waterfall hikes, the temp. probably 110 degrees F, Vasi and I are hiking up this hill, carrying 4 liters of water, completely soaking our clothes with sweat.
this picture only peripherally relates to this entry, oh well..
It was hard to walk wearing my fisherman pants (my dad’s only words of advice in India were “dont look like a hippie” well I don’t really, especially compared to the people here, but if i wear traditional Indian clothes here i draw much more attention than a sort of hybrid look). Anyway, we encountered a family of three picknicking on the side of the trail, we exchanged friendly words, and we continued. We had to get back before dark, so turned around before the top — I wasnt compaining either. There was a trail, but made of slippery small stones, and it was all my Chaco-clad feet could do from slipping. We looked down and the family was approaching. The woman wearing a bright yellow beautfiul saree, the top folded down around her waste. She wore flip flops, and on here head balanced a large sack of rice. They’d had no water the whole way up and we gave them our bottle to fill in the stream. I don’t like to romanticize the situation, probably they’d buy better shoes if they could afford it and their ruggedness came from necessity, but still, the shear grace of a beautiful family, trekking up a mountain with yards of cloth and heavy loads, seemingly without sweat or complain just makes you wonder/
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