In case you haven’t read it yet, the first part of my Salt Trail trek can be read here. Once you’re all caught up on the first two days, jump back over here and read about the last half of the trek.
I woke the next morning in the abandoned church to two distinct feelings.
First: pain. My body hurt all over! I had no illusions about my physical fitness before attempting this trek. I exercise if it’s necessary. I don’t go running for fun, or work on my cardio. I’ll just jump in and play volleyball if there’s a game going on. That whole ‘just jump in’ attitude is how I approached this trek. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best approach. My muscles, accustomed to a life of leisure and sloth, threw a proper tantrum the next morning. It wasn’t exactly a good sign, since we were only a third of the way through the trip.
The second sensation was a little more out of place than the first. I couldn’t feel my upper lip. I could feel in that area, but it was just a tingling, numb sensation. Never the morning person, it took me a few minutes to figure out that something was wrong. I feel like that’s pretty good for me. My mental faculties are usually firing at about 10% when I first wake up, so a few minutes isn’t too shabby. After realizing the problem though, I realized my lip was not only numb, but quite swollen. Mildly alarmed, I showed it to my guide, but he assured me it wasn’t a problem, so I let it be; resolving to make sure to notice if the rest of my face swelled up and went numb. Luckily, Jolumin was right and the swelling subsided after a few hours. Phew!