I love traveling.
I love cold countries, perhaps that is why I have decided to stop by Alaska during my 5 months long holiday adventure.
From day one when I arrived at Alaska, I enjoyed it all the way until the end of the trip. Dad was nice to have booked a snow sledge with huskies pulling it. The huskies are so beautiful, their eyes are glowing in the hue of blues. For a moment there, I forgot [the reason why](http://www.cedricang.com/relationships/the-problems-20090209/) I have left Malaysia for such a long period, and went for a holiday.
The adventure did not stop there.
I had arranged for a porter to climb with me to one of the glaciers. It is not that I am lazy and living that luxurious life that I would want people to carry my bags for me, but if you were in the glaciers, you really have to be prepared. In fact, I think that I had not bring enough food!
The porter that I had hired was not available last minute when I wanted him. He sent his younger brother instead. I was a little skeptical when the porter came to speak to me. I can’t see his face properly, he was was covered up and only exposing the bright blue eyes of his. He sounds like someone whose age not older than me by a decade. How much experience could a young porter like him has? I was skeptical, indeed.
I pack up a few gears, totally forgot that I would be hiking on ice and show. I naively packed my non-water proved warm weather shoes. After I took the picture, only I realized that it would not work. I switched a pair with sole covers, and water proved pants too.
Armed with a pair of water proof shoes, couple with the shoe spikes, I was ready to walk the icy mountains. Not before I arm the shoes with the spikes to enable us to walk on ice.
While the porter were preparing his gears, I noticed his shoes were covered with screws. I guess, it was great for tractions.
![Shoes with screws](http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/352831215_76d8ea1eb9.jpg “Shoes with screws”)
![Spikes for shoes](http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/332534929_b3d54e8bba.jpg “Spikes for shoes”)
Back to the porter.
I did not realized that he is about the same age as me, not before he started to talk to me. He sounded young, like very young.
It was during one of the pit stop that we had on our rest that he took off the scarfs that was hiding his face. Revealing underneath the scarfs was a pair of shinny blue eyes, and a flawless complexion. Immediately I felt that I have known him for the longest time. His name is Michael.
We rested and build our tent at base camp. It was already noon and it would be suicidal if we continue our journey as there will be no spots for us to build our tent before the night falls.
There wasn’t many group of people at base camp. We build our tent almost by the edge of the spot where we had more privacy than the ‘hot spots’.
The night was extremely cold. It was so cold that I had to put on extra jacket. Middle of the night, Michael turned over and hugged me. I hugged back, and I could feel his body warmth compliment with mine. His breath was blowing towards my face. Under the dim moon light that managed to penetrate over the tent, I could see his moist lips, waiting for me to kiss it. We slept throughout the night without any incident.
It was 5 am. I woke up with my hand on the boy’s crotch. I did not know how it got there, but we were sleeping in the same sleeping bag. I or he must have snuggle in for the warmth.
My watch said it was 6am, but I always manage to mess up my alarm clock. I freaked out because I really thought it was 6 am, checked the other clock, and it says 5 am.
Went out to wash up. Michael had already got up, making coffee and getting ready for the hike.
It was still dark. The snow is 5000 feet right now, in case you are curious.
The base camp seems to came alive again. People are starting to get ready and getting to get to the top.
We pack up and got ready ourself. I helped Michael to break camp, and we started the hike up. We took a different route where Michael claimed that it is more scenic than the others. He did say it was more tougher, which I agree that we can try.
![Snow](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2128356928_bd6e2ddb08.jpg “Snow and ice”)
As we walk on the ice and snow, I still can see the stars twinkling high above. It was clear sky, even before the sun peeked through the mountains. We reached one of the scenic spot where I got this picture. It was fantastic, just me and Michael, alone and surrounded by nature.
![Mountain View](http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1017/1459840984_424e15e1d4.jpg “Mountain View”)
Throughout the week, me and Michael shared a lot of our life stories. I found out that Michael just broke up with his boy friend, and that I looked a little like him. I told him about mine, and we instantly became good buddies. He would also story about horny Americans asking him to jerk off for them and such, of course, the innocent Michael did not do it. He did hinted to me that he would not mind jerking me off.
One of the nights, where the weather was a little warmer than usual, we strip off our pants, in the tent, and both of us had the best orgasm ever.
Nuff said, here are some pictures.
![ice shoes](http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/378090889_fb91fe5467.jpg “ice shoes”)
![Melting Ice](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2113578341_daf8e8586f.jpg “Melting ice”)
![Melting ice](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2113654337_681da17698.jpg “Melting ice”)
![me walking](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/2515701919_603dc1fb3a.jpg “Me walking”)