Sin and Zen, #1 by S. W. Stribling

Author:S. W. Stribling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Women, Love is a Dog from Hell, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Transgressive Fiction, Dirty Realism, Dark Humor, Marseille, Sex, Love, Lust, Eros, Trekking, Traveling, Deep Philosophy, Memoir, Philosophical Novel, American Literature, Contemporary American Fiction, Travel Memoir, Erotic Fiction, something fun, something dirty, how to find yourself, french women, french foreign legion, romanian women, funny sad story, funny sad book, bittersweet, book like bukowski, what is romantic love, shadow work, best new book
Publisher: S. W. Stribling
Published: 2020-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

THERE WERE TWO VILLAGES we passed along the way that provided a place to stay for people making the trek, but the steady tortoise won the race.

‘Good to go?’ I would ask.

A smile and ‘Yep.’

The trail was windy, cold, and the last leg of it involved walking across a landslide area. Considering that there was not even enough trail to put one foot, I wondered how the villagers brought large cattle or supplies through here. I kept imagining one little rock turning into an all out landslide as we walked across it. The entire mountainside was nothing but small rocks. Forty-five minutes of leaning against these small rocks so as not to be blown off the inch-wide trail by the extreme wind and gusts, I looked down and envisioned the fall quite a lot. It would be one hell of a slide. One hell of a ride.

We made it. We arrived at Tilicho base camp, got our shack, and then headed to the common area where we found Friedrich and Aviva. The common area was like many other places we stayed at. It was a large room with a kitchen in the back. It was the only room with a stove to heat the area and it is where everybody who stayed there would stay until it was time to go back out to their rented shack and sleep in their sleeping bags.

There were people scattered around the open space, some at tables reading, some at tables eating, and some at tables drinking tea and staring at the larger concentration of people near the front of the room. This is where we found Friedrich and Aviva. There were probably a dozen people in this little circle.

Friedrich was under the weather. They had just finished their climb to Tilicho Lake that day and already come back down. Friedrich was now feeling the wrath of Acute Mountain Sickness. I believed his story. He didn’t seem the type to use it as an excuse. He had himself curled up on the floor with a jacket over his head. It seemed mostly like a headache, but he couldn’t eat and was having some nausea. I believed more than anything his ears were the worst of it. He was happy to see us, but hid under his jacket most of the evening before finally heading to bed.

Aviva was still her cheerful and friendly self, but not as emphatic as she had been before. She was concerned about Friedrich. She was eager to continue the trip, but just as ready to stay and wait for Friedrich to rest as long as he needed. Cathy and I also met two of their new companions, two Israeli boys who would go along with them. They wore sandals too.

‘Where’s Matt?’ Aviva asked.

‘He still wasn’t feeling well. SO, he stayed another night in Manang, and will head up to the pass directly rather than the detour here. We’re hoping to catch up with him.’

Aviva told us about the lake.

‘It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

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