Monday, 7 February 2011

That Mountain Outside my Flat

So there is like a volcanic vent mountian type deal thing to the north west outside my flat called Authors seat.  I dont know the elevation but its tail, you can see it from every where in the city and is how I navigate back to my flat after a long night of drinking "ginger ale" out at local "soda bars." Its kind of a tourist thing to do but people climb up gto the top of it. There is a bunch of paths that lead to the top and sites are amazing. Plus I'm a tourist in the best kind of way, so of course I found time to climb it with a couple of other of American students who are also very touristy. So I met up with the two girls that I was climbing with and we set off to easly the most distant part of the mountian and started our climb. They wanted to do the easy way and walk where I wanted to have fun and climb stuff. So we compramised and they walked while I had fun around them. We got to the top and it was a great veiw not only of the city but for miles and miles around. there was a bunch of other people at the top of the mountain including a girl that grabbed my attention. the girl was standing alone with a very expensive camera in her hand and she was taking pictures of a Beany Baby (small stuffed animal) on a rock. At first my group and my self thought well this could just be a project. So thinking this we started our desent. But while leaving the sumit I looked back just in time to witness this girl crawl up to the beany baby and kiss it. At this time I desided anyways that this was most likly not a school project and that this girl was very into the beany baby scene. Oh and she was also wearing a golfers hat with fake red hair hanging from the sides of it. Im sure she is a nice person, but twas slitly a strange thing to see at the top of a mountain. After that my group found a flat ground still pretty high up on the mountian where we desided would be a good place to take dozens of photos.


Actually cold

Fake Cold Damatic Effect



There was a pond that was full of swains at the base of the mountian. Which reminded me of Swain Lake except less Russian and also a pond and there was no music.

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