This is the time when Priyanka Chopra was on her Vacation. She was travelling in South America. She was not that famous there…At least she thought that. She planned for trecking trip with few of local people. Bout all people cancelled somehow and she was alone now.
A man named Baker had set trek for her. She only knew the chap slightly. Nice enough fellow. Bit erratic, but a little insanity was frequently useful in their game. He had set Priyanka in as a last minute in the group of 6. But then today, she arrived at their hotel to find his entire team bedridden. Baker thought it was just bad luck. Priyanka herself suspected something. It was suspicious that all half dozen of them would get sick at the same time, right on the morning they were about to start.
Trek was larger and grander than she was expecting. This region was rather densely populated, rugged as it was—by no means a howling, trackless wilderness. Good to know the modern planet, cluttered as it had become, still had some special surprises like this, tucked away.
Baker showed her famous lake granngaha. They were supposed to swim and cross the lake to reach summit.
She wasn't properly outfitted for this swimming. She would have liked to have on one of her wetsuits. Instead she was dressed for desert terrain. She wondered if Baker had been just been joking with her, when he described this place. Had there been sarcasm in his voice? If there had been, she'd completely missed it.
Just as likely the weather had simply shifted, since he was here—even though it hadn't been very long ago. Dramatic changes like this weren't particularly unusual, especially on mountains. Tomorrow the whole site might get buried in snow.
She could have swum out without undressing. Her usual shorts and top would not have hindered her. They were almost soaking wet already, just from her sweat. A cooling rinse in that lake would be good for them. Her hefty boots would have given her a little trouble, but they were all she needed to remove. Her little backpack was also entirely waterproof, and quite lightweight. She could stash her sunglasses in there.
(TBC)...
A man named Baker had set trek for her. She only knew the chap slightly. Nice enough fellow. Bit erratic, but a little insanity was frequently useful in their game. He had set Priyanka in as a last minute in the group of 6. But then today, she arrived at their hotel to find his entire team bedridden. Baker thought it was just bad luck. Priyanka herself suspected something. It was suspicious that all half dozen of them would get sick at the same time, right on the morning they were about to start.
Trek was larger and grander than she was expecting. This region was rather densely populated, rugged as it was—by no means a howling, trackless wilderness. Good to know the modern planet, cluttered as it had become, still had some special surprises like this, tucked away.
Baker showed her famous lake granngaha. They were supposed to swim and cross the lake to reach summit.
She wasn't properly outfitted for this swimming. She would have liked to have on one of her wetsuits. Instead she was dressed for desert terrain. She wondered if Baker had been just been joking with her, when he described this place. Had there been sarcasm in his voice? If there had been, she'd completely missed it.
Just as likely the weather had simply shifted, since he was here—even though it hadn't been very long ago. Dramatic changes like this weren't particularly unusual, especially on mountains. Tomorrow the whole site might get buried in snow.
She could have swum out without undressing. Her usual shorts and top would not have hindered her. They were almost soaking wet already, just from her sweat. A cooling rinse in that lake would be good for them. Her hefty boots would have given her a little trouble, but they were all she needed to remove. Her little backpack was also entirely waterproof, and quite lightweight. She could stash her sunglasses in there.
(TBC)...