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| Cliff Hanger....1 |
| 03.20.04 (8:19 am) [edit] |
-*thanx to K for the lead
Helloooo out there!
Hope things go well in your worlds...
My stay in northern Thailand is on a roll and I have been living out the new stories
BUT
Now its time to back back it up to adventures in Krabi, Thailand down south. For they are moments burying in time- precious treasures I will hopefully unearth here again...
From day one I entered the rock climber's heaven and witnessed the immense mountains to scale... I thought
!!"Hell Yeah I'll do it. I just trekked up some crazy jungles in Malaysia and what's to stop me? Bring it on.."
I didn't know what I was getting into.
The beach shore is strewn with different rockclimbing schools, fire throwing schools, sweet Thai food huts, bars, Thai massage opium den looking shacks with beds, beauty parlors with lady boys chilling, all Thai's soliciting your business, Sawatdeeka's! welcome welcome... things like that.
We lived on the dingier side, where the shore is muddy, unswimmable. Yet you can see, during low tide, the most beautiful of the mangroove trees' bare bones, roots and roots clinging to the pounded shore, its moving bed. The east side beach is budget, but the cooler place to be at. You know, where the party's at. Because you know where we at is where the party's at anywayss - east side was not as resorty, Ken and Barbie and their old posh parents sniffing up the air like on the west side-
Chillin- Checked out the beach... learned 10 tricks from a local named Gai at Mom's Kitchen. He taught us how to spin fire with poi... an interesting lesson in awareness and management of energy flow...
We ran into Emma, the chatty English girl we traveled with in Malaysia, and her friends who were cool bloques not mingin or anything- I don't know ask a Brit!
They made the great roccomendation for rockclimbing with the peoples at "Cliffs man" because we climin' de cliffs man wit dees little cute brown muscular rasta Thai men and we make friends man -
they were really awesome instructors and helped us get to the top of every climb!
And you wouldn't believe the winds from up at our tallest climbs ....
And yes maybe they are just that extra special after your first time you have ever done it like this
- fought yourself physically and mentally until you thought you'd break - to find a way , to make a way, to get to that little bit higher. To get to the next little nook in a rock, that often tilts worse than vertical. And your hands slip and scrrratch and you doubt its there or that you have the power -
and the chalk sweats off your tips
and only your left your toe is clinging to a 1cm ridge in the rock ...
and you don't trust the rope
and you are 80 ft above the ground .......
and all you can hear is that little Thai man's scream bouncing up to you - faintly or popping in and out of surround sound as your ears pop and dizziness and sweat twist you senses a couple notches...
"-- come on -- go just a little bit higher! little bit higher! To the left! just a little bit higher! to the right - -- Andrea-! a little bit higher!
The rockclimbing feats I have been through are such a great metaphor for life -
I will never let the echo of the little rasta Thai men's voices fade when I climb on and on to scale just about everything and anything!
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