Warning, I've not had time to proof read this at all, so please ignore any embarrassing type errors.
Well, I'm currently sitting at an internet cafe in the town of Bsharri overlooking the Kadisha Valley, a World Heritage Site, and among the more beautiful places I've ever been. The entire group is here, taking a well deserved break from the first week of trekking the LMT. And let me tell you, it has been a crazy experience.
The trail turned out for the most part to be not really a trail, but rather scrambling up cliff faces, over jagged rocks, camping in fields full of scorpions, and drinking questionable water. Everyone (except for our former Lebanese Army guide, Joseph, whom we have affectionately named "The Chuck Norris of Lebanon") has been sick at least to some degree, and exhausted beyond belief. So that's the negative... or the stuff that has made it such an epic adventure, depending on your perspective.
Every night we have stopped at a place that was seemingly more beautiful than the last, and while I may have been too tired to completely appreciate it at some points, I have tons of photos, which I will look forward to sharing, perhaps in this post, or perhaps when I'm in a place that I don't have to pay for internet by the hour.
I've never met so many hospitable people, been invited into so many homes, or drank so many cups of tea or Arabic coffee. It's interesting how the more remote and primitive the village, the more welcoming and interested the people are, so in some ways the times that have been the hardest have also been the best.
Got to sign off now,