During the night I am awakened several times by the rumble of rain drumming against the roof of our dormitory. Nevertheless, I still believe that the weather will clear up in the morning and at the top of Emei Shan we will see a sunrise so beautiful that we will sit on our asses (see illustration introductory photo “stolen” from the site: sichuantravelguide.com – we saw a spherical, which read below). Upstairs we have a weak half hour walk and an alarm clock set for five o’clock. But what God laughs most is our plans. At half past four in the morning, the rumble begins to pick up and the spray of hail whips our humble abode. I’m lying in my sleeping bag trying to make sure I don’t care. I feel my left knee wet, which touches the chipboard wall. So it concerns. At five, I roll over to the other side and imagine the warm rays of the sun. I dare to look reality straight in the face at eight o’clock, when we both get out of our sleeping bags and silently pack our things. What to say too. On the one hand, the words would not be heard anyway despite the deafening drumming of the rain, and on the other hand, it is clear to both of us that the view from the top of Emei Shan will not be. Rarely do we agree with the GPS Master in complete silence.
I put on the wet night clothes wet from yesterday and I just don’t like to climb into a heavy downpour. The sight of the stairs pulls me out of lethargy and panics me. The stairs turned into a cascading waterfall, which looks interesting at first glance, but not the only way out of the mountain. We slowly descend the slippery stairs and streams of ice water roll around our ankles. Fortunately, with a cold waterfall, we don’t have to wade the whole way back, but we just need to go down about 500 meters to the bus stop. It takes us more than an hour. My legs are completely frozen, soggy and strangely purple. They look almost like a corpse’s legs. Yuck! I have no idea yet that this was the more pleasant part of the way down.
Frozen but satisfied that I don’t have to wade anywhere anymore, I’m sitting seated in a bus. The road zigzags down like a snake and a stream of water flows down it, just as it did a moment ago up the stairs. It just doesn’t make such a nice effect. My satisfaction disappears as soon as we leave. The bus is rushing down at a speed of mys. Right in the second turn, I have a feeling that we must necessarily turn over. That this did not happen is possible only thanks to the domination of the Chinese over the laws of physics. My head is once again creating a catastrophic scenario of a bus rolling in the somersaults from the Emei Shan cliff and finding only a mass mix of Asian-European ground meat below us. Ble! My imagination really scares me.
There are black plastic bags hanging in the alley, which I noticed when I got on the bus. Only now do I understand what it is for. Several passengers enter them, with their heads bowed between the seats, vomiting and throwing bags with a beat out of the windows. Every time I see a window crashing through an almost foggy and rain-swept man, everything shrinks in horror. My feet are pressed to the floor in an effort to brake. I think the bus violates all the laws of physics. In one turn, when I already feel like we are only going after two laps, I will whistle loudly. A hand with a bag of vomit emerges from the seat in front of me. But my stomach relaxes when I get out of the bus after half an hour of utter terror. Vomiting and vomiting… My head is a little dizzy, but otherwise I’m overjoyed to be alive and well.
Report from China,
wants and wants! Grandfather Komárek would say. But even that did not prevent us from conquering one of the sacred Chinese mountains Emei Shan, 3,099 m high. In two days we walked 40 km with an elevation gain of 2,500 m up and 500 m down (all down the stairs). 2,000 meters of return route were lost on the bus. But if I knew what was waiting for me on the way down, I would rather walk. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to go up the stairs for two days for any reason, but to get a better idea, step on the nearest block of flats and then imagine you’re doing it for two days. When you add persistent rain, you have a lifelong experience. Mount Emei Shan is probably beautiful, but due to the persistent rain and fog, I didn’t see the beauty, so I didn’t even take a picture of “anything” for you. Take a look at the photos on Google. I’ll do it too!Our minor disagreements with the GPS Master at the beginning of the trek resulted in a depressing agreement at the end.
It may be appropriate to write a few sentences about it. I would probably start by studying nuclear physics. Which explains a lot. He does not have a flashlight, repellent, sunscreen and many other things, which weighs more than 150 g. The weight of the backpack is the most important thing for him. Plus, he can borrow everything from me, so why would he pull it. He doesn’t understand what a map view is, and his dream vehicle is a taxi. But it has an incredible condition and an even more incredible backpack weight, which borders on negative values.