Mich (A), Tony, ZhouZhou (Efan’s cousins), Ludo (I, Leo’s bro), Martin, Reini (A)
Dannie, Fiona, Efan (HK bf) Leo (I, Efan’s partner) Mari (SF), Kathi (A, Reini’s partner)
On a cold morning, we hoped to experience a sunrise on a beautiful terrace specially created for such events, but it was more for cloud lovers. The active group took a bus to Yubeng for their first hike up to the “lower village.” For us that meant to say good bye to Dannie and Zhouzhou.
It would have been a perfect hike, were it not for the many motorcycles that took tourists up or down, making noise, smelling, and scaring away hikers. It wasn’t easy; the thin air required careful pacing and breathing, but we all made it! A special adventure was the pickup truck ride from the lower village to the “upper village”. I wasn’t allowed to sit on the back of the truck, probably because my legs are too long—it can’t be because of my age, can it? Only Fiona and Ludo had this bone-jarring experience, but even in the car, it was special.
Then:
Good food, good room, good sleep!
oh – no! Not as fast…
First we had to wait for a backbag that should have been delivered from the starting point by a motorcyclist. But he wasn’t just late – he had handed it over to another driver, who also wasn’t just late but had handed it over to a third driver. And this one was late.
Leo guided us through a stretching lection meanwhile.
