...and I'm a twat?
...and I'm a twat?
You said it pal!
Chicago: Being Arsey.
You're right. I should try to see it from your perspective...tramp up a hill in crampons in sub-zero temperatures and get the feelz first hand. Except I'm fucked if I'm going out of the house for this exercise in nascent misery. I'll have to make a mountain out of whatever is to hand, something glossy that mimics an ice shelf when coated with water, and frozen in the fridge.
Although I could stand on a stool under my broken downpipe, in the current weather, and get a pretty close approximation.
I've walked up hills in the cold and rain before. I haven't forgotten so much that I need to travel thousands of miles, to walk up hills in the cold and rain, again.
You should see it from my perspective. That is the point. It is not miserable. I am not asking you to
Do it. I love new experiences. I don’t mind the cold at all. Also Peru. Not that cold. Not sure what you are moaning about apart from the fact that you like moaning.
Weirdo.
Chicago: Adventurer.
That's fine. Could you restrict your new experiences, that you love, to ones that don't kill the planet for the kidz? Ta. Only, you melting the polar ice caps is making it fucking cold and wet here.
Walking and tents?
I'd like to do it maybe one day, but it would be train and I think it's a Belmond hotel at the top.