Well, made it back from Mount Fuji in one piece. Almost made it to the top (just before level 8) before Our Man realised if he kept going, a) his trainers wouldn't hold out much longer, b) he'd miss the bus back to his hotel c) If he missed the bus, he'd miss supper with the family back at base camp - a swanky Italian restaurant. He'd like to do a MacArthur and vow I will return, but he doesn't fancy doing battle with the waves of tourist groups going up the beaten track, all dressed in the proper gear, plus touristy Fuji Climbing Stick (¥1,200), so he probably won't return, if he can help it thank you very much.
Anyway, Our Man had the misfortune to have five minutes spare and read this in the Daily Gomiuri and was instantly reminded how glad he was he doesn't work there anymore:
Slurring his words, appearing to be dazed and dozing off????? The man was pissed as a fart, as any cursory glance at the video record will show (oh, naturally YouTube has pulled the evidence from its vaults, wimps, but they missed this one here, tee hee). Way to go Daily Yom, talk about calling a spade a digging implement used to sift earth, eh readers?
Pic taken by Our Man of the highest point he got to before beating a hasty retreat for antipasta.