We started early at 7:30am to beat the crowds, which allowed us time on the mountain with only a handful of other people and an almost empty monastery at the end. We went Wild West meets Far East and mule’d it up for the first hour while Chris hoofed it on foot. I enjoyed the view, the baby napped and Chris was far enough behind not to get sweat on us.
By the halfway marker up the mountain the donkeys staged a coup and you could almost hear them chanting “hell no we won’t go,” so we dropped them off at the local watering hole (not to be mistaken for a bar, this was in fact just some water in a hole). With the toddler in the Ergobaby on my back and Chris having completed his mountain warm-up, off we went to Tiger’s Nest Monastery.