Posted in bunnies and kittens, Japan, puke in my mouth by spookylove on August 13, 2010

I can tell you right now, I didn’t run. It took 9 hours to climb up that sonofabitch mountain and 4 hours to come back down again, but I did it, I climbed the highest mountain in Japan.

I didn’t enjoy it, but I did it and my mum is proud and that’s enough for me.

We climbed from about half 6 in the evening so about an hour into the climb I got to sport a head torch. Head torches are fun, except mine was too loose and kept sliding down and covering my eyes, LIKE A PRO. No one told me this, but it wasn’t just a steep walk up some kind of mega hill, OH NO SONNY it was 9 hours of rock climbing, in the dark. I mean actual clinging to rocks with my hands and feet with only a head torch lighting the way. I cried several times, out of fear. It was extremely scary and fucking dangerous and I shouldn’t have done it. Because of the high altitude it’s advised you inhale oxygen to combat sickness, everyone is affected by this on different levels. I didn’t throw up but there were times when I felt extremely dizzy and at a point I remember swearing at the mountain and making up my own language to do so, I think this was 6 hours in and I had hit my wall of pain and crazy.

The sun rise was beautiful and we got to sit in a heated hut afterwards, I can remember vaguely screaming hello at the boy sitting next to me and then telling Charlene loudly that his friend was beautiful and then I had a hot chocolate. Clouds are extremely pretty and interesting from above, I think I enjoyed watching those more than the sun rise. As we were climbing up it was still dark and we saw fireworks going off down below, it gave me goosebumps.

The descent was no more fun than going up, basically a 4 hour skid down zig zagging steep paths filled with volcanic ash. I fell over multiple times and landed on my butt, and I had a moment where I somehow gained momentum and ended up running down because I couldn’t stop and a Japanese guy was waving his arms at me telling me to “STOP” and I was shouting back ” I CAN’T STOP?!! I CAN’T STOP!” and then I ran directly into him and fell down. I don’t think he liked that.

It’s now 2 days after, and my bum and feet and thighs still haven’t returned to normal, I think they are staging a protest. I’m dragging them to a museum tomorrow though whether they like it or not because I found out the most famous dog in Japan, Hachiko (he has a memorial at the Shibuya scramble crossing) is in a science museum in Tokyo. Stuffed! That’s something I genuinely want to see.

Off the subject of Japan for an instant, Facebook. I got friend requested by some boy from school, I assumed he simply wanted to lurk and declined the request. Now he’s sent me a kind of aggressive email asking why I haven’t accepted. I really want to reply back with “BECAUSE WE AREN’T FRIENDS YOU LOSER BUTT MUNCH AND THE LAST TIME YOU SPOKE TO ME YOU ALSO KNOCKED MY CHAIR OVER SO YOU COULD LOOK AT MY KNICKERS”. Because obviously I won’t actually send that, at least it’s here so I can be reminded of what I would have said if I had the balls of a young Robert De Niro.