Today we must admit there are aspects of this walking business that is not so funny. I've reached a new level of pain, where my face twitches up on one side, similar to the expression of old war victims. We thought to stay in a smaller refuge. . But that means smaller rooms and closer proximity to sweaty socks. . Hmm. . Oh, and it rained the last hour and the mud caked to our feet. But still, we love it. . .