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My China Trip - Day 3 我的中国之行-- 第三天    

By Barry Pittman
8195 Views | 23 Comments | 5/29/2014 8:34:16 PM

Tina and I awoke early in the rather comfortable rooms in the farmer's hotel located at the base of Mt Emei.  I had previously thought that because the room had two separate beds that she was to share the rooom with me but to my surprise, at bedtime the previous evening she disapppeared to another room.



In any case, no big deal.  I didn't wish to rush matters with Tina.  She was a very sweet, innocent lady who typified all that was good about Chinese women.  She was slender with a nice physique, possessed a sweet nature and to cap it all off, often had a beguiling smile on her face.   She was indeed a happy soul and it was this disarming attribute of hers that initially attracted me to her.



To reiterate what I've already mentioned, we met initially last October through Chinalovematch.net. This website is a veritable godsend to those dismayed Westerners who are sick and tired of being hungrily fleeced by all the online dating scam websites out there, feeding off people's loneliness and misery like leeches sucking blood. Only these scum sites don't suck blood - they suck money from lonely and trusting types such as how I myself used to be.  



Tina had taken the lead and sent a message to me first - I never would have sent a message to her due to our age difference.  She's 44, I'm 59.  Is a fifteen year age gap too wide?  I guess time will tell. This is an important issue we're each trying to assess right now.



Following our online dating meeting, we clicked instantly and started chatting just about every day, always using webcam. Two or three weeks after our meeting however, Tina nonchalently told me that she'd also started chatting every day to a gentleman from New Zealand (who we'll call George).  I replied, 



"Well, since I'm chatting to more than one person, it's only fair that you should be able to do this as well".



So for months now, Tina has been chatting like clockwork to two men every day without fail. It just so happens that I'm the first person to fly to China to see her.  George has said that he won't be far behind me however!



But back to the farmer's hotel I mentioned earlier.  Around 7.30am Tina started knocking on the hotel room door, waking me up.  We had a tough day plannned, to take a big bite out of the Mt Emei hike, so lazily sleeping in wasn't an option.



Jumping into the shower, I again cursed the squat type toilet in the bathroom.  Not only was it difficult to use for someone with gummy knees like mine, but it was dangerous, I thought. That is, because these things are at floor level, one could possibly be tripped by it or even step straight into it, if one wasn't looking! It was located between the sink and the shower in the tiny bathroom, so there wasn't much margin for error.  Put one foot wrong and it'd go straight into the toilet!



Imagine ending up in a Chinese hospital with a twisted or broken ankle because of a mistake like this.  I can see it now, the doctor at the hospital saying,



"I'm sorry to inform you that you have a badly twisted ankle with severe ligament damage.  How did you do it?  Sky diving?  Rock climbing?"



"No doctor, I accidentally stepped into the hotel room toilet this morning."



I can see the doctor trying not to giggle and then spend the rest of the day telling all his amused colleagues about the silly Westerner who stepped into his toilet!



In any case, I ended up having a pee in the shower - such is my contempt of squat toilets!



Tina and I quickly sorted our backpacks out, slung them on and started our long talked about journey, full of confidence and good cheer for the day ahead.  Gosh, what a beautiful lake we saw near the hotel - it resembled something out of the Swiss Alps, with mirror-like reflections of the tall trees surrounding it on its smooth, glassy surface.



"I could live here!", I happily thought to myself.



After about an hour's hike, we came upon a monastery.  It housed a giant, gold coloured Buddha within it.  Prayer cushions were in front of it.  Tina stood there and sombrely clasped her hands together and proffered a silent prayer. The scene looked somewhat surreal. 



On the spur of the moment, I knelt down on the middle cushion, clasped my hands together and then slowly bowed my head two times, silently giving a prayer for both my exwife and for George.  I prayed that both would find happiness, one way or the other. Was it a little silly to offer a few words of benediction to my competitor for Tina's hand?



As I bowed my head each time during my invocation, a monk sitting nearby rang his gong once, a soulful sound that reverberated eerily around the temple interior.  It seemed to be a Buddhist custom that the gong was sounded, every time a person supplicating on the mats bowed their head.  It certainly added extra depth and solemnity to the occasion.



As it turned out, about every hour's trekking, Tina and I came across another temple. They seemed to be dotted along the trail, providing spiritual comfort to weary travelers. They varied in size and quality of construction, some being quite nice and others were rather rundown.  Each one was free to enter and take a walk around in.  Many of them offered very basic accommodation for tired hikers.  They were each occupied by a varying number of monks of the same sex, generally ranging from three up to about ten or so.  The monks all had shaved heads and wore simple yet distinctive garb.  Tina told me their main purpose in life was to perform a lot of daily scriptural and book reading and also to provide guidance and solace for those who requested this. In their down time, they walked in the forest and tended to their vegetable gardens.  They receive a monthly salary from the Chinese government and as a rule, are all quiet, reflective and introspective souls, each on private and personal journeys of inner self discovery. Tina had told me many times of her respect and deference for them.



On a lighter note, I always thought it highly amusing that whenever Tina spoke about the monks, she'd refer to them in her Chinglish as "monkeys", such as



"Yes Barry, the monkeys are very devout and good people"



In similar vein, she'd refer to Buddhists as "bamboo", as in,



"The monkeys are all very devout bamboo.".  How could anyone fail to be charmed by such an endearing person as this?



As the day wore on, fatigue unwelcomely reared its ugly head, dammit. I began to slowly curse my backpack, that now was becoming a real burden to carry.  The Mt Emei trail consists of THOUSANDS of steps that would be a hard job ascending totally unemcumbered, let alone with a fifteen kg sack of what felt like lead hanging down from your shoulders.  The first four hours or so of trekking were fine, but after that, I really began to feel increasingly uncomfortable.  After six hours, I was a walking zombie, with a seemingly never ending succession of steps, steps, steps in front of me.  



Back home I'd been in training for months for this adventure, but today realised I'd made a significant flaw.  That is, all my many hours of fast walking and jogging on the treadmill had been without a backpack. Silly me!



In the real world, having to carry a weighty pack is way harder after a few miles, than not having to carry one. They really wear you down, particuarly when continually striding uphill.  Besides which, I couldn't seem to get the damn thing comfortable.  It was either dragging on my hips or pressing odd shaped things into my back, that became rather painful after a while.



To my astonishment however, Tina was bounding along happily,  seemingly oblivious to the significant weight she was carrying.  She told me that nearly every day of the year, she regularly walked in the mountains, either here or in the foothills around her home town, always carrying a backpack. Her slender body was very accustomed to this type of hard grind.  My admiration for her grew as the long miles relentlessly dragged on. 



Yesterday it was me that'd been the leader in the walking, though mainly along flat stretches.  But when push came to shove in the mountainous terrain, it was Tina who decisively took the lead.



After about eight hours of hiking, climbing thousands of steps, I  couldn't take it any longer.  My walking pace was down to a snail's crawl. I'd climb ten or fifteen steps slowly, then have a rest, then with great effort climb another few steps, then have another rest.  So on and so forth.  My leg muscles weren't really aching - it was my whole body that was the problem, particularly a deep, nagging pain between my shoulder blades.  The young Chinese companions we'd collected yesterday were largely the same as me, walking wearily and in quite obvious discomfort.



Finally we encountered yet another temple high up on the trail.  I told Tina that I had to stop.  We'd been scheduled to walk  for another couple of hours, but I was physically incapable of this. I couldn't remember when I'd been this exhausted before. We decided to enquire about accommodation at the temple we'd encountered.



As it turned out, yes, a room was available. It wasn't cheap however, at 320 yuan.  Tina explained that they could basically charge what they wanted as there was no where else to go for weary hikers such as us.  They could've charged 1000 yuan and probably got away with it, as when one's physically exhausted, one simply has no choice.  I had a feeling though that if the monks hadn't seen a Westerner amongst the group, the room price would've been lower. In these situations, many Chinese automatically add a considerable surcharge to anything enquired about or purchased, as the assumption is that all Westerners are rich.



Yet the accommodation there was very spartan.  The toilets in particular were shocking.  The "men's room" housed nothing but a series of rectangular holes cut in the timber floor, where one was supposedly to squat and do one's business.  At least the squat toilets in the mainstream hotels were made of ceramic and looked the part.



The trouble however, was that at the end of the gruelling day's walk, it was impossible for me to squat.  My knees were aching and stiff - I simply couldn't do it.  I had to stand more or less upright, bend a little then aim as best I could for the hole in the wooden floor beneath me.  Let me admit that my aim wasn't too good unfortunately and soon I ended up having multiple pieces of excrement merrily rolling around my feet on the  floor.  But I was too tired to care.  And the fumes in the room were excruciating, I could barely breathe and my eyes were watering from the corrosive acid formed from the decomposing faeces and urine pooling below.  I staggered out of the toilet feeling close to collapse. A sorry sight indeed, compared to the robust and confident individual I'd been just hours before.



On a brighter note, this place was interesting in that it was inhabited by a group of cheeky apes that'd learnt to jump onto people's backpacks, quickly unzip them and then pilfer any food within them, all in the space of a few seconds. It was hilarious to watch some of the cries and squeals from the young, innocent backpackers as they suddenly were leapt on and harrassed by the marauding monkeys.  



That night I didn't sleep well, despite my aching body. I was concerned about the forthcoming day, that was to be another gruelling climb, wondering if I was physically up to the challenge. Plus the mattress was rock hard, I may as well have been sleeping on a slate billiard table.



"Hey, this is supposed to be a HOLIDAY!" I wryly thought to myself in between the thousand or so restless tosses and turns I made during the night. 



Tina however slept like a log in an adjoining bed.  She'd lead the walk for most of the day, carrying a load as heavy as mine.  Yet her body weight was much less and her legs were also way skinnier, as you can see from the photos.



"How can she do it?", I wondered to myself.  My admiration for her physical stamina was enormous.  I'd never been with such a strong and fit lady as this before. Yet her muscles didn't in any way detract from her beautiful, slim physique. Chinese women as a rule have figures so much more shapely than their Western counterparts. And their attitudes toward men are often more appealing as well, without the offputting arrogance of many Western ladies. Despite my drained, depleted and aching body, I silently gave thanks go to CLM for enabling Tina and I to meet eachother.  Chinese online dating never felt so good.



在峨嵋山脚下的农庄旅馆的相当舒服的房间中,很早我和TINA就都醒了。之前,我曾经想过因为房间里有两张单独的床,她会和我住在同一间房里,但是,出乎我的意料的是,昨晚睡觉时间到了的时候她消失在了另一间房间里。



当然无论怎样都没什么大不了的。在TINA这件事情上,我可不想过于匆忙。她是一个非常甜蜜,纯洁的女人,她体现了典型的中国女人的优点。她非常的苗条,体格非常好,非常和蔼可亲的天性,最可贵的是,她脸上总带着迷人的微笑。她真的是拥有一个快乐的心灵。从一开始就是她的这种让人毫无顾虑的特质深深的吸引了我。



重申一下我已经提到过的事实,一开始,在去年十月时我们相遇于chinalovematch.net这个网站。那些虚弱的,茫然沮丧的西方人,被象水蛭吸血一样 以人们的孤独痛苦为食的各类骗子网站弄得疲惫不堪,而这个网站对于他们来说确实是一个天赐的礼物。



TINA很主动,她先发了信息给我--因为我们的年纪差异,我从来没想过要发信息给她。她44岁而我59岁。这个年龄差距是不是太大了呢?我想时间会告诉我们结果的。这是非常重要的一个方面,我俩现在正在努力评估年龄差距这个事情。



在网络交友网站上遇见之后,我们马上开始了聊天了解,几乎每天都聊,而且总是视频聊天。然后,在我们相遇的两个还是三个星期之后,Tina若无其事的告诉我她同时每天也和另一位来自新西兰的男士聊天(我们就称他为“George”吧)。我回答道



“好的,因为我同时也和好几个聊天,你也得和其他人聊天才能是公平的”



所以,到目前为止,已经好多个月了,TINA就象一只钟每天不间断的和两个男人聊天交流。我只是正好是第一个飞到中国去看她的那个。只是,George也说了他很快也就会飞过去了。



好吧,我们回到我早些时候提到的那个农庄旅馆房间吧。大约早上7点半的时候,Tina过来敲门了,叫我起床。我们之前计划了很紧张的一天的路程,我们准备完成峨嵋登山任务的一大部分,所以不能睡懒觉。



我跳起来去冲凉,又一次咒咀洗手间里的那个蹲厕。象我这样膝盖不灵活的人来说,它不仅仅是使用很困难,而且很危险。因为它就在地面上,很可能一不小心就摔在上面,如果不仔细看的话,甚至有可能一脚就踩进去坑里去!在狭小的洗衣手间里,它就正好在洗手盆和淋浴间的中间,所以根本没有很大的空间来避免犯错。只要一脚走错,就会直接走进那个蹲厕的坑里去!



想象着在中国我最后带着扭到的或是断了的脚踝入了医院仅仅就因为我迈错了一脚。我现在就可以看到,在医院里,医生说道“我非常抱歉的通知你,你的脚踝伤得很严重,而且韧带伤得特别严重。你是怎么受伤的?蹦极了?还是攀岩了?”



“不,医生,我只是今天早上不小心地踩进了旅馆房间里的蹲厕。”



我可以看得出来医生强忍住不笑出来声来,然后接下来的一天里,他都忍不住跟他所有的同事说这个可笑的事情:那个愚蠢的西方人竟然中踩进了他的厕所坑里!



无论怎样,我最后都会在淋浴时撒尿-- 这是我对蹲厕的藐视!



TINA和我很快就收好了我们的背包,把它们抛在背上,然后开始我们谈论了好久的旅程,自信满满,对即将开始的一天雀跃欢呼。在旅馆附近我们看见了多么美丽的湖泊-- 它和瑞士阿尔卑斯山区某些湖泊是多么的类似啊,四周的树木倒映在光滑如镜般的湖面上。



 “我可以在这里生活“我非常开心的想着。



大约过了一个小时的登山路程,我们来到了一个寺庙。在里面有一个巨大的金色的佛祖像。前面摆着祈祷用的蒲团。TINA站在那里,安静的合上双手,开始默默的祈祷。这个情景对于是来说有点不真实。



这一时刻,我跪在中间的蒲团中,合上我的双手,然后慢慢的向前鞠躬两次,默默地给我的前妻和乔治祈祷。我祝他俩都找到幸福,以这样或那样的方式。是不是有点愚蠢,竟然为了TINA给我的竞争对方一些祝福的话语?



因为我每次祈祷的时候都在鞠躬,坐在旁边的一个和尚敲了一下他的锣,这种响彻心灵的声音在整个庙里奇怪的回响着。看起来好象这是佛教的习俗。每次有人在垫子上磕头乞求时,这种锣声就会响起。这当然为整个氛围加上了些更加深沉庄严的感觉。



后来发现,登山行走每一个小时,Tina和我都会遇上另一座庙宇。它们就好象散落在整个登山道上,给疲惫的登山者提供精神安慰。它们的建筑面积和质量各不相同。有一些非常的好,而另外一些则相当的破落不堪。每间庙宇都可以免费进出,随意参观。它们有好多都可以为疲惫的登山者提供基本的住宿。每座庙宇都由不同数量的同性和尚负责,一般从3人到10人不等。所有的和尚都是光头,穿着简单但是很独特的袍子。TINA告诉我他们生活的主要目的是每天念经,读书,也为有需要的人们提供指导和安慰。在他们自由的时间里,他们在森林里散步,照顾他们的菜园子。他们每月都从中国政府那里领工资。原则上,他们是一群安静的,沉思的,反省的灵魂,每个人都在寻找自我的旅程中。TINA无数次的告诉我,她非常非常的尊敬和敬重他们。



轻松一点的说,无论什么时候TINA说起那些和尚的时候,我总是觉得非常的逗,因为她总是她的中式英语把他们说成是“猴子们”,比如



“是的,BARRY,猴子们都是非常有奉献精神的好人”



同样的,她总是会把佛教徒说成“竹子”,比如,“猴子们都是非常虔诚的竹子”。怎么可能会有人不被如此可爱的人给迷住呢?



一天过去了,疲劳非常不受欢迎的抬起了它丑陋的头颅,可恶的。我开始慢慢的咒咀我的背包。它现在真是一个拖累。峨嵋山有上千级的台阶,就算是完全没有包袱没有阻碍,登山也是一个非常艰辛的任务。更不用说还有一个15公斤重的背包,就好象是一块沉重的铅块压在你的肩膀上。最初四个小时左右没有问题,但是,这之后,我真的是越来越觉得不舒服。六个小归之且,我就是一具行走着的僵尸,前面仿佛永远都是无穷无尽的台阶。



在家里的时候,我已经为这个冒险训练了好几个月了,但是今天我才意识到我犯了一个多么大的错误。那就是,在我所有的在跑步机上行走和慢跑的时间里,我都是没有背背包的。我怎么这么笨啊!



实际上,在走了几里路后,不得不背背包比不用背背包累多了。在不停的往上行走的时候,这背包真的能把你累倒。除此之外,我好象根本不能很舒适的背着这个该死的东西。它不是总拖着我的屁股,就是很奇怪的压进我的背部。一会之后,这让我更加的痛苦。



然而令我惊奇的是,TINA一路开开心心的蹦跳,显然没有注意到她正背着很重的东西。她告诉我一年中几乎每一天,她都行走在大山中,不是在这里就是在她家乡的山路中,总是背着一个背包。她苗条的身体非常习惯这种强度的行走。我对她的敬慕随着这持续延长的公里数不断增加而增多。



昨天,我是领头者,大多数都是些平坦的路径。但是当走进大山地形时,是TINA,果断的走在了最前头。大约8个小时之后,爬了大约几千级的台阶,我再也走不动了。我爬山的速度就如一条蛇在慢慢的挪动。我慢慢的爬了10到位15 个台阶,然后停下来休息。接着,又费了好大的力气才又爬了几个台阶,接着以得歇一歇。就这样的走走停停。我大腿的肌肉不是很痛——是我整个身体都有毛病,特别是我两个肩膀之间,纠缠不清的痛疼。我们昨天找到的那些年轻的同伴们情况跟我差不多,走得非常的辛苦也很不舒服。



最后,我们到了在山路上的另一座庙宇。我告诉TINA我必须停下来了。我们原计划是还要再走几个小时的。但是我的体能根本做不到了。我根本想不起来以前什么时候我曾经有过如此这般的精疲力尽。我们决定在我们遇到的庙宇中求宿。



结果表明是的有一间房空着。然而它一点也不便宜,要320块钱。TINA解释道基本上他们可以想收多少钱就收多少钱,因为跟我们一样疲惫的登山者们不可能再到其他地方住宿。他们可以要价1000元甚至更多。因为当一个人精疲力尽时,他基本上别无选择。我有一个感觉,如果不是和尚们看到有一个西方人在这个队伍中,价格可能会低一些。在这些情况下,无论他们要求的或是买的是什么东西,很多中国人都会很自然地加上一定数量的额外价格,因为他们认为所有的西方人都很有钱。



然后这里的住宿条件实在是太可怕了。厕所尤其让人震惊。男厕所几乎什么都没有,只有在木地板上挖的向个洞,每个人就在洞上面解决他的事情。至少在旅馆在,蹲厕是用陶瓷做成的,看起来象那么回事。



然而,麻烦还在后头,那就是在一天累人的行走之后,我根本不可能蹲得下来。我的膝盖又痛又僵硬。我就是蹲不下去。我差不多就是直直的站着,稍微弯弯腰,然后尽我最大的能力瞄准在我下面木板上面的洞口,我得承认非常不幸的是我瞄得非常的不准,很快在我脚下的地板上粪便欢快地四处滚动着。但是我实在太累了也顾不上那么多了。厕所里的恶臭让人不堪忍受,我几乎不能呼吸,下面小便池和化粪池腐烂的酸味让我的眼睛不停的流眼泪。当我摇摇晃晃地从厕所里走出来的时候,我差不多崩溃了。和几个小时之前结实且自信的我比起来,真是非常的凄惨。



放轻松一点的来说,这个地方非常有趣,这里住着一群放肆的猿,他们已经学会了跳到人们的背包上,很快的拉开拉链,偷里面的东西,全部过程只需要几秒钟。看到年轻无知的背包客们被突然跳到他们身上,袭击他们的劫匪般的猴子们吓得大叫,非常的好玩。



那天晚上我睡得一点也不好,尽管我的身体非常的累。我开始担心接下来的几天,又是一天累人的登山运动,我寻思着我身体是否能吃得消这种挑战。再加上床垫非常的硬,我感觉就象是睡在一张石板台球桌上



 “嗨,原先可以为这是来度假呢!”在夜里,当我在床上不停的翻来复去的转身时,我不禁嘲笑自己。



相反,TINA在相邻的床睡和跟一块木头一样。大半天下来,她一直走在前面,背着一个跟我的背包一样重的前包。然后她的体重比我轻多了,而且她的腿也很瘦,你从相片里也可以看得出来。



 “她是怎么做得到呢?”我自己想着。我对她体力充沛的敬佩之情真是无穷无尽啊。我以前从来没有跟一个如此强壮又如此苗条的女人在一起过。然而她的肌肉一点也没有削减她的美丽苗条的体型。中国女人跟他们的西方同伴们相比起来是,一般身材真的是好看好多。同时她们对男人的太度也非常有吸引力,没有很多西方女人有的那么种让人不愉快的傲慢。尽管我的身体很虚脱很疲倦,我还是很安静的感谢了CLM,感谢它能让我跟TINA相见。中国网络约会让我感觉从来没有过的美好。


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#2014-06-04 14:35:00 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Barry, I am starting to worry that you'll never have enough energy to consummate this relationship, if and when the opportunity might arise. Better get off that damned mountain before the you find yourself in a position where fatigue leads to disappointment. I'm just saying...

#2014-06-04 15:13:02 by aussieghump @aussieghump

Barry,
As much as we love your story...get off the damn internet and start talking to your lady friend!!!!

Sheesh!!! I'm just saying that you need as much quality time to either fascinate, infatuate or forget this lady......before 'George' arrives! You can spend more than a day away from the computer, can't you?

By the look of the activities she does and the general fitness, she won't be too impressed with a guy disappearing a few hours a day to chat with 'friends' on the internet! You have a life...get busy man!

#2014-06-04 16:16:08 by Barry1 @Barry1

@JohnAbbot

Another witty comment, thanks John.

Your good advice won't go unheeded! ;)

#2014-06-04 17:00:54 by dancingshoes @dancingshoes

Obviously it was not a wise idea to challenge your physical energy at Emei Mt while you just landed at Chengdu in a few hours after a long exhausting flight, with your wounded toe. I will learn from this lesson, thank you Barry.

I am curious about that, did you only bring one shirt with you, Barry? I just noticed that you had the same shirt in the pictures in these days? and it was impossible to do the laundry in that hotel as you described.

#2014-06-04 21:13:14 by anonymous10207 @anonymous10207

@JohnAbbot - Agreed! It appears as if Tina is testing Barry's endurance. I wonder if he can last the rest of the trip...poor guy.

#2014-06-05 02:19:37 by zhangxiujin @zhangxiujin

@JohnAbbot
:D ]:) (rofl) John is funny and talking the point!!!

#2014-06-05 11:05:45 by sunrise68 @sunrise68

Thank for your daily journal. Your writing is so real, so interesting, I like it.

#2014-06-05 11:36:56 by Grace172 @Grace172

Barry, I agree with John.
And I really worry about your knee-joint and your vertebrae will hurt after such a long mountain climbing with your heavy backpack. frist, please noitce that Tina is only 44, she is still quite young, but you are going to be 60, I do not meant that you are old. Compare with her age, when we get 10 year older, our body goes down quickly. Especially, you do not get used to it. You drive car most of time. But she walks and climb the moutain often.
My boyfriend knew the secret why I can keep good shape when he came to see me. I walk up the staires every day, and sometime carry the heavy things. And I climb the mountain once or twice a month. He was a long-distance runner when he was young, but when we climbed the mountain together, I beat him. Consider his age, I do not let him do it anymore.
So when your knee hurt, you'd better stop climbing the mountain. You should know how to take care of yourself.
Please remember the purpose of your trip to China--tell her your feeling to her face to face. Hope to hear your good new soon. (f)

#2014-06-05 11:45:27 by johnb888 @johnb888

I have been a silent lurker for several months, both on CLM and the blogs.
Today, I feel the need to brake this silence:

I really enjoy reading about your endeavour.
Barry, you write beautifully. Your style is engaging and I am curious to see how it will develop. Also, you are a likeable character and I truly wish the best for you.

I have to agree with John's comment above. This is a time of courtship.
You want to look at your best: strong, chivalrous and such.
This may not happen if you stay much longer in a hostile environment that does not allow you to show your best assets and qualities. Oh, Tina will certainly enjoy your uplifted spirit and resilience in times of adversity (i.e. muscle pain) but showing your best sides could prove easier in a different context. China is enough of a culture shock (food, language and event toilets :)) that you do not need the additional physical burden. Keep showing strength despite the hurdles and shrewdly try to steer her away from that mountain if you can't cope with it.

I noticed that you employed the past tense in your description of Tina in the second paragraph. I just hope this does not indicate distance (subconsciously or not) and I urge you to put your "conqueror's helmet" on and forget about this second guy.

#2014-06-05 17:46:33 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

@john abbot and @Barry1
John, you have got to be joking. Barry's blogs make 'War and Peace' look like a pamphlet and you reckon he's got time to consummate?

Picture the scene....

After an hour of passion, Barry finally rolls off, takes 2 cigarettes out of the packet and lights them
Passing one to Tina in true 'Humphrey Bogart' style and then says

"Pass my laptop babe, I gotta write me blog about this'

For God's sake, they would be like an old married couple after their first night of passion (rofl)

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