Wow. I never thought I'd see this photo again until Kara and I finally found each other on Facebook. (P.S. She's awesome!) Just check out my young innocent face. Wahahaha...
All right. I'll admit. If there was just one point in my life when I was anything but innocent, it would have to be during that period of my life.
Just recently, I was going through some of my old diaries and weblog entries and it seems almost like I was a totally different person. "Eeew. What was I up to?"
Sordid history.
But anyway, Berkelah bears no vile memory. Every bit of our climb up (and down) was awesome. Perhaps it was that trip that made me fall in love with trekking. Not that I trek much, but I really do love it and I'm pretty good with climbing! The guys were nice then, they called me Tomb Raider -- for being the one girl who climbed so quickly and without any masculine help at all. But if they had meant to make it sound bad, like how Drew did once, you could call me a monkey.
I remember, also, the burning heat of the day and freezing cold of the night. There weren't space left in the tents so I stayed out by the cliff side with Mark and nearly turned into ice. He had a hard time helping his pet dino (aka me) thaw the next morning. LOL. Though we did manage to have ice milo thanks to the cold. The bottle of hot milo we left out the night before turned into ice cold milo. Yeah, it was that cold.
And there was that running joke about how Kara woke up in the morning asking, "What is that sound?" (the waterfall, duh.)
Speaking of all these makes me miss another place as well.
Bako National Park. :)
And while I'm reminiscing old times, d is drooling over the hot athlete on TV. Idiot. :PLabels: friends, random, travel
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