Worldtrip a 45 year old's adventures around the world-which include everything from sitting in random McDonalds using his notebook, hanging with 22 year olds, and other immature stuff.

Yesterday, after I returned from the tour,  I Took Zara, the big hairy mutt, for a walk. Zara is the hostel dog, and the promise is that you get a free beer if you take Zara for a walk. 

So I was told that Zara and I would just take a 1/2 an hour walk on a road the side of the mountain on the road. Instead, Zara dragged me all the way up the mountain, up trails, steps, etc. Once I had to climb up the muddy trail by holding on to a rock, with the leach in the other hand. She pissed a lot and only pooped once. At one point, Zara's leash got stuck around a small tree, and rather then having to walk around the tree, the tree was uprooted from her leash.

I fell on my but a few times from the slippery trail, but eventually when we got close to the top of the mountain, I was able to turn Zara around and go back home. 

1 to 1 1/2  hours-we we're back home.

After that, I asked the hostel for a place for dinner, and I left. Zara looked at me when I was leaving the hostel. I had a good dinner, where I met some of the others from the hostel.