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Published: August 30th 2009
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An important lesson was learnt this past fortnight: the hills are NOT alive with the sound of music. Rather, the rugged mountain peaks groan with sleepless snore-filled nights, dizzying altitudes to 3000m, sunstroke, water scarcity, flaming knee joints and 1000's of vertical meters of sharp rock paths in the race against manic Germans to get to the next beer hut.
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Rosanne
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I'm still alive... Into your words of enthusiasm
Penny, Yes I am still alive and well her in the "land of downunder". I'm still in shock after reading your blog on this mountain trek. I'm not kidding! I laughed so hard but take my hat off to you. Well Done! And of cause in tradionally "Lady Like Style". Sorry I have not read your blog in a while. I have had my head buried in books for my thesis. Rosanne xoxo