I didn't. When Felicia and gang decided that Huangshan was a must go destination, I went along. Unlike the other tourists who took the cable car up, the four of us who hadn't exercised in months decided to climb up that mountain.
There was heavy panting, muscle aching and loads of steps.
Loads and loads of steps.
Climbing up the mountain is climbing up a million of steps. It's scary, it's terrifying, and even rained midway. We were soaked. Looked up and saw water gushing down from boulders, heard the winds bellowing and felt them thrashing at our ponchos.
It was just us and Mother nature in its full glory.
We reached a ledge somewhere, and Joyce went up to see the view. She beckoned us to go up as well and we did. What I saw there and then took my breath away.
Clouds rolled past like curtains opening to reveal a show, showing us a majestic sight of nothing but mountains and mountains in the distance. Wow. It was a Chinese painting come to life.
Before we could appreciate it further, the skies opened up again and rain pelted down, so we scurried down from the ledge to continue our climb. And there were steep steps, narrow walkways, glimpses of heavens, crooked steps to suicidal peaks, clouds that fly past our very eyes, and finally, after 2 hours and 40 minutes of braving the elements, we reached the hotel at the top of the mountain.
I can't believe I stood above the clouds and saw such beautiful things.
Joyce: Wah very tired ah. Very tired.
Soon: Eh don't drink all leh.
And I'm very very glad to have climbed this mountain with people I love a lot.
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