Martin and I are in decent shape. We haven’t exercised since leaving home (that is, if you don’t count the 33 oz curls we do while writing these posts). The Mt. Fancypants trek kicked our butt but we don’t have any room to complain – look closely at this group photo and you’ll see that three of our trekking companions were in their 60’s. The man in white was sixty nine. SIXTY NINE!!!
I’m convinced they were made out of something we are not. They drank beer at lunch, were in bed after we were (after slugging back rice wine), woke before we did, wore dress pants and light canvas shoes and were never that far behind us.
The only sign of their age was a strange concoction that they rubbed on their knees. They explained that it was alcohol and some sort of tree bark. I’ve gotta say that I could use some of that tree bark right now, but being a third their age I could never ask for it. Well done crazy tough sectarians!
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