Alright, so this was at the beginning of April and it’s now May. I’ve only just sobered up from that day! We took a trip up the Mountain (a very big hill really but lets not get pedantic!). After meeting up in Ty Canol (A nearby village) we (Jase, Dan, Mike and Rob/myself) proceeded to walk vertically upwards fro what seemed like days. One of my cans of Joe (Joseph Jones, Good strong ale) popped and poured bitter all over my stuff. After a moments silence for the loss of such a beverage, we (after promising not to use brackets/parenthesis again) continued.

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Tell you what, it’s amazing how alien the place seemed about half way up. We appeared to walk past what looked like the Teletubbies home complete with strange plants and rabbits but no sign of the tubbies themselves. Oh well, onward. Time to wade through a field of sheep.

We then reached a small quarry and rested. Then it was decided to make the final push for the summit rather than camp there. Then we were there. It was a bit depressing once we got there because after walking uphill for about four kilometres we then have to walk across a road to get to the woods. Darn. Still, bit of exercise never hurt anyone did it (ouch!).

Out with the tents, down with the cans and on with the music. An absolutely huge fire was lit (woods are handy for er… wood) and the party began. Pretty soon we were all completely rat-*rsed. I was flat on my back by the time it was dark. A quick bottle of tamato juice and Pringles later and I started afresh. We were supposed to have enough booze to last for two nights but in the end we’d just about drank the lot by sleep time which was about two or three in the morning. Sorry about the lack of photos but I think that the camera was more drunk than we were.

Dan was rather ill that night and also the following day. He displayed an impressive talent for the so-called 'casual vomit' ie. not missing a step while walking around. It might sound gross but at the time it was a cool thing to see. Alright, so we're a bit wierd. You've finally noticed.

As you can see from the piccy above. The day afterwards was strange. We had actually camped all night in a raincloud. It had chucked it down on the tents all night so we were dreading getting up. Once the courage had arrived I got up and it was ONLY raining on the tents. About five feet from the tents was very misty but dry. Strange! The heat from the tents was condensing the cloud into rain which came back down. That was a new experience for me.

We ditched plans for a second night up there due to the fact that we had drank all the booze and ate all the food the night before. A walk down the hill (after being taken on by an angry sheep which was also a new experience!!) and it was all over. Till the next time.