Me vs Wild
Sunday the 23rd May would be forever etched into my memory. That was the day when I found out what taking risks could mean. We were to go on a hiking trip, nothing much just walk around for 8 miles and come back. Well things don’t go as we plan it to be. For the starters I woke up late, this is the usual me. I was almost forced to go by my colleagues and they gave me just enough time to brush my teeth. In the haste that was caused, my colleague filled my bottle with warm water (I had to bear that torture for the whole day). But ok we got into an extra small car with no leg space for my already hurting leg which cycled for 3 hrs the previous day. Still bearable coz there was supposed to be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. In this case it was a mountain at the end of the road. So we got out and everybody started walking and talking (in French). I could not get a word that was spoken and could not get why I was walking under the hot Sun on a perfectly fine Sunday. Also after an ho...