I guess because I hadn’t started this blog yet when I took this photo, and so it completely skipped my mind to upload it. Another of the photos from my April trip to Anhui, Shanghai and Nanjing, sat practically untouched in a folder on my desktop marked Le Tour Du April (I make no claims at all that this is written in any discernible language), this is a personal favourite of mine, maybe just because it’s a combination of so many things I find beautiful: rain on stone flagged streets, paper lanterns hung outside traditional style buildings, the varied colours and shades of the umbrellas as people pass by from tiny stall to tiny stall, all beneath the cover of a black, night sky. It’s a street scene from Tunxi, better known as Huangshan (city), the base for trips to China’s famous Yellow Mountain, taken from the balcony of the hostel I was staying at, overlooking the reconstructed Old Street.
A/N: It has been pointed out to me that I literally only write really heavy stuff. I went on holiday recently, so I decided to write Dan and Phil on the exact same holiday, in order to get me to write something which wasn’t a massive social justice rant! I wrote about each city as I was on the train leaving it, with a mixture of stuff that actually happened and fiction, normally diverging where I spoke a lot of French/Italian. There’s also a brief moment of gratuitous self-insert (sorrynotsorry) plus a few of my holiday snaps to give you a literal picture of the places described. I wrote the actual plotline in when I got home. Hope you like! Wordcount: ~10k Rating: G. No, seriously. Disclaimer: These fictional characters are based on real people. I do not claim to know them, nor do I cast aspersions on them.
The trip was Louise’s idea, though interrailing was Phil’s. Apparently some of his friends from uni had gone interrailing after their final exams.
“So you just hop on and off any train in Europe,” he says.
“Really?” asks Dan, doubtful. “You don’t have to, like, reserve the tickets or something?”
But after they’ve done a bit more research, the idea still sounds appealing. Twenty two days travelling round Europe, a different city every day, one last mad jaunt before…
Past hikers informed us that at this point in the trail we would be entering “the sucky third” of the trail. I’d have to disagree and say that “The Suck” doesn’t come until after Pine Grove Furnace State Park in PA. It’s hard to call the beauty the Blue Ridge Parkway and the easy-mode, pampered hiking of Shenandoah National Park sucky.
Exactly one week from today our little tribe is headed off from by beloved Northwest to the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina to be caretakers of the Hostel on the Mountain (pictured above) for six months. The family circus includes, but is not limited to, LadyDarling, Brooklyn Bumblespree, Atlas, Fable and myself. Our route is Portland, Mount Shasta, Cape Perpetua, the Redwoods, a mustang ranch outside of Albuquerque and East on I-40 all the way to the Hostel in the Forest, Savannah, Atlanta and finally Hot Springs, NC. If you are along or anywhere between these routes and care to hop aboard and show us some superb local secret spots or participate in a day of frolicking adventures, do send a message. Much love and appreciation for you all
Aho! Finally, an update after three weeks of being on the Mountain.
It is an off the grid cabin, located on 500 acres, outside of Hot Springs, NC. The hike up is a killer 2.5-3 miles (I’ve already done it 10 times, both ways….). We have to hike ¼ mile to fill up our water jugs from a natural spring and I’ve spent countless hours gathering firewood for the wood stove, our heat/cooking source. All this to say, holy shit, how have I not been doing this my whole life???
We have done a ton of reorganization to prepare for the hostel’s coming year and are beginning the planning/construction phases for a greenhouse, the garden, chicken coop, farmyard fence, an outdoor shower/kitchen/humanure facility and trails - all kinds - that will go around the property. Once those projects are underway, it’s on to preparing to build a log cabin, similar to that of Dick Proenneke’s in PBS’s Alone in the Wilderness, for us to live in.
We just held on through a winter storm and, while the weather has been getting nicer, it’s still rather freezing at nights (we’re at 4900 feet). However, we are a hostel! So, if you or any others you might know are looking for the most BEAUTIFUL place on earth to stay for a few nights, it’s only $20 a night. There is also a private cabin (third picture) that may be rented, if you’d prefer your own space.
I’ll probably start queuing my photos, updates, etc, so that le tumblrMachine doesn’t die out, but my updates will be fewer and farther between, since I have to drive 45 to Asheville to use the internet. Much love to you all and happy travels!
Hi! Your reason for wanting to write a Bellarke fic gave me an idea: Clarke is trying to study, but it's too loud in the hostel because of a party the annoying senior Bellamy is holding. She goes to him to stop him, but... whatever your fantasy sees happening here! :D (Mine says there's a game of spin-the-bottle going on and Jasper sort of forces her to participate - with an intersting ending. XP) Not sure if that's worth writing, though...
Ohai, racanai <3 Sorry that it took me few days to fulfill your request but I was busy. Anyway, here it is, there’s no spin-the-bottle because somehow I couldn’t connect it with the rest of the story and because I think I’ve read a bellarke story with it. Hopefully, you won’t find it lacking!
Clarke tried to ignore the heavy beat that made the old wooden floor of her room vibrate. The text in front of her blurred yet again and she mixed up the lines for the nth time this evening.
The three types of granular leukocytes are neutrophils, eosinophils, and basophils. Each type of granular leukocyte is classified by the presence of chemical-filled vesicles-
Excited shouting interrupted the flow of her thoughts and Clarke clenched her teeth in sheer frustration. She got it; really, they were all bunch of kids, just high-schoolers, on a three-day trip in the mountains, in a cheap run-down hostel, with virtually no adults to control them. It was of no surprise that at the first chance they got they would throw a party, pump up the music and dance all night.
But that didn’t mean that Clarke had to put up with their idiocy all night long. Unlike some people, the blond girl had a test on Monday morning and she planned to ace it, no matter the difficulties. It was an important examination and if she scored the needed points then their field instructor, Anya, would actually recommend her to the higher-ups. And for Clarke that was one step closer to achieving her dream – to be a field medic.
Eosinophils contain digestive enzymes specialised for digesting viruses that have been bound to by antibodies in the blood. Basophils release-
A giggling couple stumbled on to her door and tried to pry it open. After some unsuccessful attempts to turn the handle, courtesy of the fact that Clarke had locked it, the giggles moved along and a bang and more snickering told Clarke that they had found an empty open room. That or they had opted for the hallway.