Geriatric Trekking
January 18th 2007 We hobbled into town, our shaky legs responding like jelly, refusing to carry us forward with any dignity. We must've looked closer to 80 years of age instead of 30 years, and our state engendered amused looks from the locals. Most were sympathetic - like they'd seen people in this condition a thousand times before, and a few laughed, and the rest tried to to sell us cool drinks or offer us a p
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