Yellow Mountain Follow-Up

Alright, lets set the scene: I've been hiking strenuously for two days. I didn't even shower at the top of the mountain because our room was freezing cold and had no towels (I hadn't thought to carry mine up the mountain). So here's what happened:

Arrive at the base of the mountain sweaty and stinky. Kill time before our flight out of town. Go to dinner. Say hello to the rainstorm that followed us down the mountain. Walk to the hostel. Promptly get soaked. Decide to ditch the shorts covering my leggings. Wring out shorts. Decide that black leggings are decent enough for sitting on a plane. Pack shorts in plastic bag in duffel. Catch a taxi to the airport. Arrive to discover that flight has been cancelled due to rainstorm. Get on bus to nearby hotel for complimentary stay until next flight in the morning. Enter an expansive lobby. Marvel at the marble, huge granite statues and plush sitting areas. (Later discover it is a five-star hotel.) Stand in lobby soaked, sweaty, and stinky in only my leggings. Lean over to my sister: "Madison, I feel like I should have pants on in this hotel."

:)