so I've been back recovering from the trip jetlag.
the whole thing was amazing, you can read a wee bit of it here: www.fishbonetree.blogspot.com
ANYWAYS thereon I mention surviving a mountain for six hours at night, almost dying several times if it wasn't for my impuls reaction speed of my body in this terrible situation. and today it seems I wasn't kidding, the problem now appeared that I've strained a few of my toes so much that the blood circulation has stopped and I've lost feeling in the top of them. creepy as all fucking hell, stabbed it with a scissor, it's ... oh gosh UGH! creepy!
so yeah anyways, I wasn't fucking kidding about the mountain to the LEAST. I was told afterwards that there's fucking snakes, coyotes, cougars and so up there.
bizzare adventure, I wish I had photos.
there were fire flies and a strange rain falling down in a certain spot, I could hear the rain but not see it. and then suddenly I'm standing on soaked ground, completely black, you could just make out the trees shape sillouettes to the sky. and then I stumbled into an indian architecture that the forest wanted into, dirt at the entrance and a plethora of nasty jungle shizz stretching in through the door to this clean white house haha.
on the parking lot there were to cool guys hanging out in nowhere by themselves, planning to stay there.
give me two minutes and they suddenly drove me around town to wherever I wanted, across the whole damn thing! haha.
I was telling them stories and everything from the mountain, grime covered in a rockabilly getup completely dirty and a stream of water on the front of my chest (drinking on the mountain). and a strange spice in my pocket that I had gathered up there in my craze haha.
worried about these fucking toes though...