Dont trust Tom

I have a BIG colleague and dear friend; Tom

He is a 6 foot 2 inches Canadian and a great guy. I have met a few Canadians (courteousy Tom) and so can easily say that most of these buggers are huge, friendly and great outdoors' people.


So today, Tom & I decided to go and spend about 4/5 hours hiking. What Tom didnt tell me was he was getting his rotweiler along. For those who dont know what a rotweiler is; well check this out -> thats her; she comes to my waist, is 38 kgs and as per Tom she is a bit weak. Well I am fine with that...
Oh yeah she has in a fit of rage bitten off another dog's eye, well to be fair that dog (porm breed) was being way too irrtating and snipping at The Beast's legs.
Tom's wife is Japanese and a sweet lady and she has named the dog, which's literal translation is The Beast; so when I met her she sniffed me around and Tom says "oh she likes you, you're safe"; I am like why do you call her The Beast and he's like ah well you will know.


Anyways so we get on with the hike and then horrors of all horrors; Tom lets loose the Beast and the Beast suddenly wants to rekindle the relationshop with me. Now Tom is a big guy and he walks very fast so he is already ahead of me by some 60/70 meters and he is a bit deaf too (was a lead guitarist in a home-town band) and so when hte Beast runs at me I am not only pissing I am screaming (but one of those times when the voice doesnt come out) and trust me see the snap again and you DONT want those fangs coming at you!
But what happened next was brilliant and made me fall in love with the Beast all over ... she came met with smelled me rubbed her nose against my legs and then turned towards Tom looked back at me again and gave a small "woof"; as if to say dont worry I will keep checking up on you and now better start moving you are way behind Tom.
And thats exactly what she did the entire hike; keep coming back to check me up and then running ahead to get to Tom.


Coming back to the hike .. you see Indians are whimps you know; we cant do anything and we complain at every step; and the problem is Tom knows that and he knows how to use that as well. Now I believe you all know what 90 degrees in geometry means; now imagin the start of a hike with a cliff that was at least a 100 meters high and at an angle of 60 degrees
And oh I forgot to add; it was raining so my shoes were skidding and I was slipping and of course drenched.
That 100 meters was FUN; I have never had so much fun in climbing up somehwere but I got cut and bruised so badly so even though the climb was fun the ordeal is not funny.

Anyways; so I get thru hte 100 meters and in a whiny voice tell Tom dude how much more. Now he knows if he tells me this is just the beginning I iwll say fukk off to him; so he lies and I still say fukk off.
All he said was get to the top and you will realise its worth it and I tried to look for the top; hoping that of the 3 hillocks it would be the lowest 1 he was menitoning and though he said yeah sure, I knew we were headed to the highest peak. But trust me when I got there it was brilliant

We just sat there for sometime, my wrists were slashed with thorns etc but just sitting there and seeing nothing but absolute green and the sea and feeling the wind lash out at you was just so worth it. I think the Beast also got in the mood because she gave me a lick; ah well so much for love.


Then we started downhill and Tom didnt tell me, but I realised, that we were lost.
Beacuse until now you could see an arbit building or a vehicle; but now to get from point A to point B you needed and I am not kidding to crawl on your knees to go under spider webs (and I mean under, because Tom says and rightfully so why sestroy nature); well in my case hte spider was too big to mess with .. spread your fingers out; well yeah almost as big.
Then I fell on the rocks, I twisted my ankle, even the beast slipped up. You have seen movies about Africa right where you take a mug shot at people going thru jungles; well thats where exactly I was and it was beginning to get incresaingly tiring as for every step you had to figure out how not to slip and not to flal on the rocks because well they were sharp


But the fun was exactly this; I felt like a kid again; and frankly after the gruelling personal and professional life off late, I needed to end all of this by just going to the extent of killing myself, which I almost did and now my mind is clear.
So at the end of the trail when we did manage to find ourselves in a village (I was shocked ot see an actual village in HK!) I thanked both the Beast & Tom for the great time; we headed out to civilisation which was a walk of another 2 odd kms and had a few beers and ate great food.
I am back now and fuly charged and in the mood for some cyclcing.

Oh I bot a mountian bike which is so cool; and I need to work my stamina on that

Next weekend is mountian biking with Tom and Ken. Thats when it gets bad; Tom you have read of above; Ken is an ex-lifeguard; so built like that still, and I am going to be killed just to keep up with them.


Unitl then; dunno how many of you reached the end.