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What kind of a hiker are you?
I am in Mestia, a hiker’s paradise with many hikers village hopping.
Where they start in one village, stay overnight in a guesthouse, and continue until the next town. I met a young man the other night who told me he walked from the village over, and it took him 9 hours, and then in the morning, he was off until the next town.
I am not this kind of hiker.
I wake up in the morning, have some coffee, maybe some food, and decide, why yes, today sounds like a great idea to hike a round trip 6–7 hour hike to see a glacier.
I sometimes have a piece of fruit; today, I had a Khachapuri (cheese bread) for breakfast, the other half I had on the walk back down, and a banana and an apple.
It was a fantastic hike, walk, long joint, whatever you would like to call it, and now my whole body is wondering what happened. It was only 11 miles!
It was easier than my last-minute decision to hike to the bottom of a canyon in Colombia. The other day I did something similar; I will never learn.
