"Visa"pur
Slipppp! Screeeeech! "Omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod..." I brought my stretched legs back together and found better balance. I had just slipped on a slippery mud patch while climbing down from the fort at Visapur. Was leading for a while now.
I looked around noone was in sight to see me embarrassed. Had never slipped before. Was actually laughing at others who slipped. And was bragging about how my pair of shoes was the best.
Also had a look at my jeans to check if it tore while i was doing the Akshay Kumar stunt of stretching my legs as far as possible unintentionally. "Well." it was intact. Remembered my friend Baban, (NO! I'm not a racist! His name is actually Baban.) whose pants tore while climbing one of these hills. He had fashioned a skirt using two windcheaters and looked very Metrosexual.
It wasn't raining so much that day so it was OK. But today i couldn't've afforded to experience the same. It was raining heavily, though interminently.
I could see my group following me. Warned them, "It's slippery out here. Be careful.".
We very climbing down Visapur fort. (No. We don't get any Visas over there. Strange name, isn't it? Jai Hind!*)
It was a very easy trek to Visapur. But we found it very difficult because we started late and it was almost dark when we were only half way down. It was completely dark when we were only a kilometre away. That one kilometre was the toughest for the first time trekkers.
But now when they think about it, they laugh and ask when our next trek would be.
Addicts!
*you're supposed to laugh here.
I looked around noone was in sight to see me embarrassed. Had never slipped before. Was actually laughing at others who slipped. And was bragging about how my pair of shoes was the best.
Also had a look at my jeans to check if it tore while i was doing the Akshay Kumar stunt of stretching my legs as far as possible unintentionally. "Well." it was intact. Remembered my friend Baban, (NO! I'm not a racist! His name is actually Baban.) whose pants tore while climbing one of these hills. He had fashioned a skirt using two windcheaters and looked very Metrosexual.
It wasn't raining so much that day so it was OK. But today i couldn't've afforded to experience the same. It was raining heavily, though interminently.
I could see my group following me. Warned them, "It's slippery out here. Be careful.".
We very climbing down Visapur fort. (No. We don't get any Visas over there. Strange name, isn't it? Jai Hind!*)
It was a very easy trek to Visapur. But we found it very difficult because we started late and it was almost dark when we were only half way down. It was completely dark when we were only a kilometre away. That one kilometre was the toughest for the first time trekkers.
But now when they think about it, they laugh and ask when our next trek would be.
Addicts!
*you're supposed to laugh here.