Curd rice with Fuji-san…
They say “A wise man climbs Fuji once, only a Fool climbs it twice“.
Now, I have never understood why one always says “they say”. I mean, wouldn’t you know who they are who say all these nice words when you say they say? How foolish would “they” feel when “they” would realize that “they” are just “they”, without being given names? And how big a fool would you feel when I say, that I do not know who “they” are and am just aimlessly digressing on who said that line, when my only intention to say that was to let you know that I climbed Fuji the first time and reached the top, and so will not have to do it again, and hence proved that I am a wise man like the good old Confuscious!! – Q.E.D!!!
Phew! Wiping sweat from forehead! Man, what was that for?
OK. After that brief display of some emotional rantings, let us get back to sanity.
Quite evidently, I am very ecstatic about the fact that I scaled Japan’s highest volcano mountain, measured at around 3760 meters, and where you can breath with only about 64% of the normal oxygen level.

