Climbing Mount Fuji
I had hardly slept the night. My body knew I was going to do embark on some adventure. As the sun rays beamed down, I knew it was time to get up even though the alarm hadn’t rung. I stayed in bed as I wanted every ounce of sleep, but even after hearing the alarm, I slept for another ten minutes.
As I rode to the station, a man said “Itterashai” translated as “Take care.” It’s almost as if he knew I was going to do some kind of expedition and was encouraging me. I smiled and replied “Ittekimasu”– meaning “See you later.”
I met Mr. Pants at Shinjuku Station and we made our way to the 5th Station. He ate curry and I did my kung-fu moves.
Armed with bags full of chocolate, biscuits, and chips, and most importantly, God, we started the climb from the 5th Station.
The route from the 5th to 6th was quite a gradual incline, and because I hadn’t done much training during the week, I knew I had to prepare myself. The ascent was much steeper from the 6th Station. I had purchased a supply of oxygen but didn’t end up using it, thank God. On the way, we met a family of three little boys, the youngest being 6. I forgot their names, but the 6 year old climbed with his parents while the other two tagged along with us. They threw insects on me and poked me with their climbing poles,but when they hugged my leg, I melted. They were so sweeet!
I began the ascent to the 8th station with a new found spring in my step. We only had one station to go before we could get to mountain hut we had reserved . The end of the first leg was in sight. We arrived , checked in and had dinner- some kind of tofu dish. Inside the rooms were super cold but they provided us with blankets. It was time to get some hours of shut eye but it was sooo windy outside.
Morning came. It was time to start the second half of the hike but it was still windy and quite foggy. Not only that, it was raining. It felt almost like a typhoon! My bag was soaked and Pant’s shoe had fallen apart. He was gliding down the hill with a plastic bag attached to the sole of his shoe. He went home “sole less”.
We made the best of the journey; I grabbed a stick(my mic) and pretended to be a weather forecaster while Mr. Pants took the video.
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