About how we almost climbed a hill.

Diaorrhea is no more just an acquaintance, more of a commrade you get to see quite often and not always want to, something like a colleague perhaps, or a schoolmate.
Met Ian this morning. Met Greg and Rex at Jimmy's on our way to rent bikes and climb a hill.
And so once again we cycled here and there and left and right and mostly forwards, through villages and rice fields, down narrow bumpy field paths to find our hill.
We found it. And we almost climbed it too.
It was nice. We walked up and across and up again through bushes and tickly grasses with lots of bugs and insects on them and it was hot and the bushes were scratchy and insects were tickly though it still was lovely to just sit somewhere thirty metres closer to the peak (or thirty metres further from the bottom??)and look around and talk and get tickled by the insectes and grasses, or just sit around and look and get tickled and be quiet.

And then we cycled again and made some new fishing friends who gave us a melon and were very nice and let Ian fish. We cycled some more and talked a bit to lovely water-selling ladies who would sell us the whole world if only they could and then we cycled some more again, found where the Dragon Teeth ended and there we sat under a tree and kissed.

We cycled back and ate (rather risky an affair) and met up with Elliot and Eve and watched a film, as you do when you travel in China. We later went to Bar 98, for a change, (self in her belief in alcohol-caused-diaorrhea credulously though resolutely persisted at driniking coconutmilk) and leaving Claudine behind talking to some mysterious middleaged strangers (mmmmmm) Ian and I went in to watch another movie and so we watched and kissed and walked home and kissed and went to sleep.