I’ve been meaning to trek up and down Sinhgad for the longest time. It finally happened this Sunday with a couple of friends. Of course it was fun. I am still enjoying the sore muscles. Climbing up was difficult, but as always the getting down part bored me no end.
In a hurry to get the dull bit done quickly, I slipped and tripped…let’s just say more than once. On one such occasion, in a comical turn of events, a good friend who was walking in front of me realized my feet were losing their grip. In his attempt to save me from having a bad fall, he stopped and swirled only to have his metal water bottle hit my forehead. And now I have a Harry Potter scar.
Not to worry, world…I am keeping a close watch on the new, fully formed human Voldemort.