“This is bullshit. We’re so not doing anything like this ever again” – Jack screamed towards the wind.
“I hear you… this sucks,” I muttered.
That particular outburst happened when we weren’t even halfway into our 10-day Huayhuash Trek.
Granted, it turned out to be one of the hardest days of the trek: Jack was battling a headache from lack of sleep and altitude – while I was struggling to figure out what to concentrate on: breathing or not shitting my pants.
(Other more intrepid trekkers would quickly pull off the trail and do their business and it’d all be over in 2 minutes. I, on the other hand, have a shy colon.)
All of this while the group was trudging its way up a steep and dusty hill towards one of the many passes we go through on this trek.
Let me tell you a secret…
There’s a story behind every smiling picture and our adventures.
Stories about how much we miss internet and pizzas and how about I’m always the last one in the group struggling to keep up.
We’re really not as hardcore as we’d like to think.
We complain and whine our way up every single mountain pass and along every step of dusty and ankle-twisting rock covered trails.
And without fail, during the hardest times when our limits are being pushed, we look at each other and swear, ‘Never again’.
Like when we decided to climb Mt. Whitney in one day (still the hardest thing we both have ever done – mentally and physically). Exhausted beyond what words can convey and still had 8 hours of hiking to go – I thought, ‘Never again.’
Then there was that time we went backpacking in Denali when it was so cold everything we owned stopped working. ‘Never again.’
Despite pledges of living a life of daily video games and Snickers, like a child who never learns that fire burns or jumping off tall things hurt – we keep finding ourselves in these masochistic ventures.
I honestly think it’s because our brains play tricks on us.
As time moves on – the pain fades and all that remains are memories of friendships made and beautiful sceneries.
And that little flicker of pride one feels whenever one finally makes it to the end. Especially if one makes it there after sheer stubbornness and countless of ‘Crap, how did I get myself into this?’ moments.
Like when come down from the karaoke stage (with or without applause) after singing a song you don’t know the lyrics of . Or the rush one feels after
careening out of control coming down a ski slope way beyond your grade. Or like when you finally bite the bullet to quit your job to travel the world after saving for years.
It’s an addictive feeling, I’m telling you.
Or maybe we’re just closet masochists – willingly putting ourselves again and again in these ‘never again’ moments.
Either way, now that we’re back in the warm bosom of hostel living (you know, as opposed to tent living) – browsing at the pictures we took during our 10-day Huayhuash trek, we think to ourselves,
“Well, really. Don’t know what we were complaining about. It wasn’t so bad after all.”
How quickly the brain forgets.
Ever have a ‘never again’ moments that keep repeating itself?
Coming up next
Our next post will answer questions such as:
What was the hardest days?
What was a typical day is like?
How many times did you end up going #2 in the outdoors?
You talk a lot of bathroom and #2 here. Why?
What was this about being peed by a dog?
And killing a sheep?
Can anybody do the Huayhuash trek?
How did you find the group and the agency?
Tips on Huayhuash Trek?