I remember the day when I went to Japan and decided to climb Mount Fuji alone at night. Half-way up and I saw a blind monk; he was walking patiently and was whispering something really weird. Suddenly an unusual storm flew past us. I tried my best to hold to the tree nearby, but the monk was struggling, so I give him my mountain-climbing pole to hold on. After the storm was gone, he came at me, smiled mysteriously and said wow cool post thx for sharing!
