So we order, sit down and Denwil tells us (well me in particular) that he doesn't think I understand trekking. Hmmm really?? Oh no he says, I don't understand trekking at all and proceedes to tell me that and I quote: "you're too fat for trekking".
He repeats this a few times.
I refuse to take the bait and he starts to get a bit nervous that the fat chick is getting angry so he proceeds to enforce his opinion. Harder. And harder.
The boys will be OK because they are young. Brad - hmmm he's old but he might be OK but you are too fat. In those words. Right I want to say its lost in translation but the condescending attitude does little to help his cause. Brad is trying to grab my hand under the table but I'm seething. Actually I'm fucking steaming. I'm always being judged harshly. Always - I'm used to it and it doesn't normally bother me. Yes I am fat but I'm also fit and above all else I'm single handedly the most determined person you might ever meet and as long as I can physically put one foot in front of the other - THERE IS NO STOPPING ME.
I heed Brad's terrified look and calmly tell Denwil that yes I know I'm not typically the build of a serious trekker but I've done the Inca Trail, I've also done the Annapurna Circuit, not to mention Cradle Mountain and Mt Kosciusko (which isn't at all hard but he doesn't know that!!) and that while yes I may need help going down (not 100% sure of my repaired Achillies mentally at that point) on occasion, trust me up is no challenge and actually my preference.
Nope - no disuading him. Jake at this point is being so sweet and when Denwil goes to the loo tells me that its because if any of us need help that will make Denwil's job harder and he doesn't want to do that. Thank you Jake I appreciate the support.
Brad talks me into leaving it for tonight and talking to him again tomorrow so I do just that and off we go. An overnight drive, little sleep and a 70 minute wait for breakfast when we get to the guest house doesn't help my attitude any but I promised Brad I would keep a lid on it and discuss it calmly so I avoid the chat until after breakfast. Denwil comes and tells us he is going home to see his family and that we should have a sleep and he will be back "after lunch" to get us to go to Haptad Rice Terraces. OK that's fine I decide to let him also have a sleep before I tackle the "too fat for that" conversation.
So tomorrow Denwil is picking us up ready for our trek to Batad. OK all good see you in the morning Denwil.