Unfortunately... my slip and slide adventures haven't ended since my last post.
Oh on, in fact, they have intensified, haha.
You can find all my bruise pictures on facebook if you hunt through to the end of one of my albums... but so start this lovely post, I'll just include the big kahuna for you here:
On that note... let me tell you about a few more slip and slides!
Naw, wait, how about a success story first! I climbed a couple of mountains while out at the campsite property this August... and the first one, while I acquired plenty of scrapes because of the thorny bushes on our "path," I actually didn't have any major falls or slips! And here was my rewarding view at the top! :)
And after climbing this... and sweating profusely... a few people crazily on a whim decided to run our "treacherous" rocky path (that took us an hour to get there on!) back to camp, and the others of us hopped in the boat.
BUT.. then me and a friend couldn't ignore the calling of the cool water beneath us... soooo, we jumped out about here... and swam back for some... 15-20 minutes! :) I'm working on my triathlon skills. Where's my bike! Ha, how 'bout mountain biking down this next mountain?!?!... yeah right!
On this one, I wasn't quite so lucky with the slipping and sliding... It was SUPER steep, and although the path was more clearly defined, it was quite a challenge to avoid rock sliding! The hike up went quite well, I must say. We pushed ourselves too, and made it in less than 40 minutes! I'll admit there was plenty of huffing and puffing (and a bit of crawling) involved by the end... but I assure you, this was the easy part!
It took us just as long, if not slightly longer, to make our way down! I so wished there was snow on it... haha. A couple of the boys with us RAN on ahead, and oh my goodness, I had visions of them rolling all the way down into a pool of blood at the bottom. They were NUTS I thought! But nonethless, the rock slide surfing was going pretty good for me, and I was keeping a pretty good pace. Everyone "fell" (that is, slipped enough to pretty much just lean back and go from 90 degrees to 80 degrees with rocks on your back, ha) atleast a few times... and I'm proud to say I just fell once... but oh goodness.. that once gave me another big honker of a bruise, and another aching twist in my low back... shoot. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up in that moment... but I just kept pressing on and finally made it down to level ground. Then we rode the boat over to the pick up point... and rather insanely, hopped out of the boat to let guests be taken over, and proceded to run the hiking path over to the property. It was one of those exhausting but incredibly good feeling runs... and at the end, jumping right into the sea was definitely a reward well worth it all! :)
The other slip and slide stories are less glamorous... but just as painful (or more!) unfortunately.
While deep cleaning the guys bathroom trailer... I slipped on the steps right outside the door. The steps and the bottom of my flip flops were slick and wet, and I had my hands full of cleaning supplies so I couldn't catch or steady myself. I looked just like a goofy cartoon whose feet sweeps out from underneath him and they land on their butts usually breaking through the stairs, a bucket of water on their head, and little birdies flying around... I didn't break the stairs, but they definitely left their colorful imprint on me (like I said, those bruise pictures can be found buried in my facebook albums if you're curious enough!)! I didn't have a bucket of water on my head, but I did have the little toilet cleaner brush basins fall over onto me. Thank the LORD we had just FINISHED cleaning them and filling them up with CLEAN BLEACH instead of ... well, yeah, you know, lol. AND, as far as I know, there were no stars or birdies around my head... now bees and flies - highly likely, LOL. Oh... and I still finished cleaning the bathrooms... and ate a chocolate bar as a reward for myself! :)
And... just like last time, with the slip and sliding down the streets or up the stairs stories... now I have to ashamedly add bus steps to that. Good grief, I didn't realize I was so clumsy. But sure enough, bout lost my flip flop underneath the bus the other day while I was trying to climb up onto it with my hands full of grocery bags and my big envelope of cat scan x-rays. Oh, wait a site I must have been. This time it was the old ladies looking at me with the look of concern trying to help me get up onto the bus!!
Which reminds me... old ladies slipping and falling... yeah, just the other day on my way to work, one fell down in front of me. I actually missed it because she was behind a car, but after hearing it and walking around it... and seeing her laying on her back on the ground, eyes clothes, hand up over her head... I was scared she had dropped dead! Thank goodness she saw and heard me when I stuck out my hand, asked if she was okay, and could help her up. It was fun to understand her Greek words of gratitude and thanks. :)
Okay, that's enough rambling on this slip and slide saga for today. I'm off to fly on a plane to Ireland, woohoo!! Hopefully I don't slip and slide there, ah!
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