There’s something to be said of my hikes around the world. I’ve hiked a few places, and been in some spectacular spots, and yes, I have drunken beer in some of those spots too.
But, what is one of the most epic places I’ve had a beer? It would have to be in Patagonia, in the Chile, and Argentina regions of South America.
So when I say that it was a ‘very hard earned thirst’ I am not joking – it was probably a good full days hike, spread over a few days… so when the hiking boots came off, so too did the bottle top.
I astutely remember hearing the bottle top hit the ground right around the same moment that the hiking boots landed. And it was one of those moments were you literally cannot wait to wrap your lips around the tip of the bottle… Your lips hit the glass and you start to drink… ‘Aaaaaahhhh’ Immediate relief… it’s sort of therepeutic… in a way… your feet are blistered and sore as hell, your body is aching all over, your back hurts, your knees hurt, your arms hurt, your neck hurts – EVERYTHING HURTS! But then you get a beer in your hand, sit down in a relatively comfortable chair, and then begin drinking… YOU HAVE WELL AND TRULY EARNT THIS BEER!
The beer consumption is going well… and while you’re sitting in your chair you’re wondering how you’re going to get out of said chair… to get another… BEER! But, as your body fights the urge to get up out of the camping-like chairs which your body has sunken into a rag doll falling into the gaps in a couch, you just have to ply yourself UP, and AT IT! So, back on your jelly-legged (filled) legs… you now begin to walk… like a robot towards the food tent to get yourself another beer… when you’re promptly told ‘No, no it’s OK – we can get you a beer!’ And then something goes off in your head… and you say to yourself ‘Why the hell did I just get up OUT OF MY CHAIR?!’ So, beer now in hand, you about-turn on the spot like Dr Evil would (slightly awkwardly, evidently), and then you start moving again (again, just like a robot, AGAIN!) And make your way back to your slightly sunken chair that just wants to absorb you into it’s vortex, and wrap you up in a rather sunken, yet ‘ready for anything’ position. Let the beer consuming continue…
