How come nobody is writing my blog for me?

Well, I'm back from the trek and have been for some time and I am extremely dissappointed that nobody has composed my blog for me. It is hard work to come into and internet cafe and type, especially when youhave to pay for it! To tell you the truth I have writers block and it is embarrassing to put things out there without inspiration. "How can you not be inspired? ", you may ask, and I would reply that a beautiful 16 day trek will sap all inspiration from you. I could write for three straight days about all the wondrous sights and kind people, friends we made, pains we endured and I still wouldn't be able to encompass it all. It is like putting off a term paper till the last minute (which I always did) and then just panicing about it and not doing anything and then delivering a sub par work that is no fun for anyone. So what I'm going to do is just write in a sort of outline form and I'll tell you in person how it really went. Well, day one started off with 5 hour ride to a one hour off-roader's wet dream drive to our first hotel, which was found by crossing a raging river on a suspension bridge in the dark, being led by two Nepali trekkers (Yugen and Dharma) who we ended up running into several times along the journey and even after by total accident in their hometown. Our room was about a 3 star rating as we were soon to find that most rooms were 1 star, but little did we know or care (some caring more than others, mom), and it being the start of our journey. Well the food was good and we later found out that it was the same menu, almost exactly, all along the trek. This isn't so bad considering when you get done hiking for the day, anything and lots of it is the best thing. For the first few days we stayed in the marysandi river valley with jungle and rice paddies and waterfalls at every turn. It rained the first day only but it was refreshing and welcome considering my shirt and shorts were already drenched with sweat. The towns along the way all have guest houses and the charm is lacking in some, while incredible in others. Of course, the hundreds of trekkers that are on the trail the same time as you do not make it easy to find the charming towns having a available room. We later found out though that most of the places the majority of trekkers stay in are actually not the best as far as views and personalities are concerned so we tried to stay off the beaten path as much as we could. Oh yes, the Annapurna circuit should really be called the Anna"poo"rna circuit "race". Many people mean many donkey trains hauling supplies which means many poo bombs all along the trail. Luckily it doesn't really smell that bad, or maybe I just got used to it and avoiding stepping in it is pretty easy so it really wasn't that bad. Then there was the "race" part. Trying to stay ahead of these large packs of people is exhausting because you speed up to beat them and then you just run right into the ass end of another group of them. All these groups had porters as well who were carrying two peoples' stuff and they were beating the groups mostly. Speaking of porters, these guys are beyond belief. Some of the loads they carry must be seen to be appreciated. My mom now has a porter fetish, and probably took about 100 photos of various loads, including 7 ft. tall bags of rice stalks wrapped in plastic that I couldn't even imagine lifting let alone carrying up a damn steep hill, or down, to the oft seen knick knack porter that had a veritable mini-mart on his back. I guess I can't be too weirded out by my mom's new favorite obsession, because it would be downright sadistic for anyone who wasn't a Nepalese to do the same. They are mini (and some not so mini) supermen. Anyways, after we left the jungle we entered the pine forests which were like going home, except there were 25,000 ft. mountains in the background that appear to rise in a vertical rush. Describing these mountains, even the ones that didn't have any snow on them is useless, and until I put pictures of them onto the blog you'll just have to google pictures of them yourself. Well, after the pine forest region, which unfortunately only lasts for a couple days, you get near the tree line and it becomes drier and more desert like on one side of the valley. Then you know you are getting close to the big climb, which my mom was really excited about. We acclimated in a small town named Ghyaru, that is as beautiful as any on the trek. (Oh yes, I must note that on the way to Ghyaru, Mom was separated from Holly and I while she was taking some pictures of a woman porter carrying a bundle of wheat. It was several hours, the discovery of some very fine naturally growing cannabis, asking everybody in town if they had seen her, seeing signs scribbled in the dirt pointing in the right direction, and one hell of a switchback trail before we were rejoined by our delighted mother, who you know loves you very much when she is actually going back down the trail of doom to come find you). In Ghyaru it was a really peaceful and wonderful time....for Holly and I. My mom at this point got a flu bug or something and didn't feel very well. I thought it was altitude sickness but she refused to believe me. Luckily we planned on staying in Ghyaru for two days so it gave here a chance to recuperate. Well we set off on the trek again and two days later mom gets poisoned by a bad "potato rosty" prepared and served by some of the more drunk Nepali men I'd seen on the trek. I won't describe her illness to you in detail as it may be very emabarrassing for her story to be put onto the world wide web, but I will say that we laughed very hard and long after she got over it, which was before we had to go over the pass. Poor, tough ass mom, endured two days of no sustenance and the hardest part of the climb and decline (which in some ways was worse), and didn't complain a bit, except about the cleanliness of the rooms, which was nothing new to us. (I was and am very proud of you mom and I hope that we weren't too much of a pain in the ass for you, even when you weren't sick). After the pass, you enter the desert phase of the trek, including the Khali Ghandaki River canyon which boasts sustained winds of somewhere near 1000 mph with constant dust in your face. Seriously though it is more likely around 50 mph, but that is enough when you have to walk into it on one of the longest days of the hike. After that it was more towns, meeting the same people over and over, and being very happy to see them each time, which is a wonderful thing to have happen on a long trek with your family. The people on the trek are all great and you find great friends who you know you will keep in contact with for life and possibly meet in Thailand or something in a few more weeks. Well, my hour is up so I'm going to call this one quits for now. Bye!