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It's Sunday-evening, and I'm smearing topical lotion onto my burnt right hand. It's pretty nasty: the skin has cracked and turned a very dark red, bordering on purple. Actually; it's legit just purple. Should have seen it coming, really: the atmosphere is way too damn thin up here, intensifying the shit out of sunburns.
It's Tuesday-afternoon, and I'm tightening the medical brace around my left knee. It's only a precaution, but it turns out to be a good idea: there's a few too many close calls on the way back down the mountain. I can feel bone straining against metal, and when I remove the brace a few hours later my leg's damp from all the accumulated sweat. Gross.
It's Wednesday-morning, and I decide to sleep in. I need the rest anyway: turns out I tore something fairly important in my right calf yesterday. Twice today I have to go up and down two flights of stairs, and either occasion is more painful than the 1400+ steps from yesterday's cave-tour. Good thing there wasn't anything big planned for today.
It's Friday-night, and I'm washing blood off my right knee. Never knew you could cut yourself that badly on exposed tree roots: me and my two left feet... As the blood's washed away it reveals some fresh contusions. Whatever. If I had a pile to throw 'em on it'd be higher than all these mountains combined.
It's Saturday, and I'm about a third of the way into the 13-hour train ride back home. By this point I suppose that, given how this week's gone, there is only one thing left to ask:
Was this a good vacation, or a great one?
For the record: the answer is "great."
This is the final part in the Austrian tetralogy. Tomorrow we will return to our regularly scheduled madness.
This piece and your soul belong to me.
It's Tuesday-afternoon, and I'm tightening the medical brace around my left knee. It's only a precaution, but it turns out to be a good idea: there's a few too many close calls on the way back down the mountain. I can feel bone straining against metal, and when I remove the brace a few hours later my leg's damp from all the accumulated sweat. Gross.
It's Wednesday-morning, and I decide to sleep in. I need the rest anyway: turns out I tore something fairly important in my right calf yesterday. Twice today I have to go up and down two flights of stairs, and either occasion is more painful than the 1400+ steps from yesterday's cave-tour. Good thing there wasn't anything big planned for today.
It's Friday-night, and I'm washing blood off my right knee. Never knew you could cut yourself that badly on exposed tree roots: me and my two left feet... As the blood's washed away it reveals some fresh contusions. Whatever. If I had a pile to throw 'em on it'd be higher than all these mountains combined.
It's Saturday, and I'm about a third of the way into the 13-hour train ride back home. By this point I suppose that, given how this week's gone, there is only one thing left to ask:
Was this a good vacation, or a great one?
For the record: the answer is "great."
This is the final part in the Austrian tetralogy. Tomorrow we will return to our regularly scheduled madness.
This piece and your soul belong to me.
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