Locombia 2017 Chapter Eleven: The Whisky
It's break day, so I'll write about a treat.
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Omar and I only go on trips without whisky if we by accident leave it on the kitchen bench. Even on this trip, where we try to keep weight down because of the climbing, we have found space for a bottle of single malt. It's important to find space for a luxury item.
The advantage of liquid as a luxury item as opposed to say your favourite doll or a thick wool blanket, is that liquid disappears. For each glass, the load gets lighter. Following this logic, the bottle should preferably be emptied the first night. However, Omar and I have turned into more cultivated drinkers during the years. Hence the single malt and only one nightcap.
So here I am lying again. The truth? Come evening, we're so tired the last thing on our mind is whisky. Cultivated, did anyone really believe that?
It has been an eventful day which started with an earthquake. I learned that you can never really be prepared for these things, as I was sitting on the toilet getting ready for the day ahead. It would have been embarrassing if I had to crawl out of the rubble with the pants around my ankles, but the house stayed put. The earthquake measured 5.7 on the Richter scale, and the epicenter was about 200 kilometers away.
It took a couple of hours, but we finally found a masseuse. She worried about my shoulder, which made me worry. Then she gave me a name for some muscle relaxers. Ride on!