How (Not) To Climb A Mountain in Style
We arrived at the foot of the mountain and started the trek upwards. It was one and a half mile climb to the top and it was not what you would call easy going. It was so, so hot with humidity we had to make frequent stops to replace the liquid we had lost through perspiration.
En route to the second rest stop we saw a young couple coming back down. He was wearing fashionable jeans and a top brand sweat shirt. She was tottering behind him in a short black Coco Chanel number and a pair of pink tinted plastic high heel sling-backs. The pair of them looked totally unflustered by the ascent and descent of the mountain. This made me think that either I was getting old ( which sad to report I am) or this was a mirage.
A white Rolls Royce is (not) the ideal way to climb a mountain
When we got to the next rest stop there in the carpark was a beautiful white Rolls Royce. Suddenly, again we saw the fashion conscious climbers from further down the arduous climb. Again they were coming back down the mountain.
We took on more water and set off for the next part of the climb to the third and final rest stop. And lo and behold there getting into the white Rolls Royce were the hapless catwalk climbers.
I guess they ascended each part a little before going back down to the carpark when the going got too tough. I seriously doubt they ever got to the top as we did as the final part of the climb was a bit of a killer to say the least.
The views from the top left me breathless, as did the almost vertical climb
The views from the top were outstanding and left me feeling as breathless as the climb did. In time we went back down and arrived at that third and final carpark, just in time to see the loud Rolls Royce roar off.
My wife commented that she thought the relationship of this wealthy couple was one of a rich client out with a working girl from one of the local night clubs. I concurred.
The thing is, what sort of a professional date like that involves driving to a big craggy mountain and attempting, and failing, to climb to the top in a mini skirt and high heels ?
Clearly I need to radically re-think exactly what it is a prostitute and her client get up to when they come together, if you will excuse the pun. One thing is for sure, it was more than a bit different than the usual lying naked on her back thinking of England.