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I think perhaps this is most obvious when diagramming sentences or teaching the subtle differences in prepositional usage. To our students, though, well I suppose they would rather just pay someone with a gift for writing to write all their homework for them so they can spend their time, well, playing first-person-shooter MMO's, I guess. Having spent most of his high school career offering his writing services to his classmates, our narrator is about to graduate and feels compelled to leave his customers with some tips for surviving school without him.
He knows that his students will soon be faced with in-class essay examinations and exposition assignments, and he also knows that their teachers will soon notice that the students may have been getting some sneaky help on their other assignments if he doesn't do something. So, he crafts a book that reveals his paper-writing secrets and promises to share that book with his classmates "provided you're willing to keep this book far away from any teachers' eyes.
Of course, what our pithy narrator does is actually teach his classmates how to be better writers in the process. An elegant subterfuge that masks real education and learning theory behind a funny, somewhat taboo side-story of a high school plagiarist-turned-teacher. Students will learn how to craft better prose and they might not even realize it. This book is a great asset to any secondary classroom.
I didn't sleep much, and I'm not sure it's possible to at m! So when the alarm went off at 2: The morning was cold but beautifully clear. Stars filled the sky and the Milky Way clearly visible. Just standing still for a minute I watched several shooting stars cross the sky. It was going to be a tough climb so we knew we needed to eat food but eating was hard.
I made sure to personally thank every single porter we saw on the way up just in case they were the one carrying my bag! It was so difficult to breathe, and each steep step felt like hard work. We set a really slow pace to keep control of our breathing and our altitude increased steadily as we eventually settled into a rhythm.
Bizarrely, the higher we went the better I felt! There was no headache or dizziness, and as we plodded along at our steady pace I wasn't really struggling to breathe too hard. We steadily passed lots of Trekkers, porters and other riders and just as we reached the top, the sun rose and cast its light on the pass and the surrounding hills. This was absolutely glorious.
It was a special place to be and especially at that time The first part was fast, loose, steep and comprised of switchbacking singletrack. The riding was awesome but my hands were so cold I couldn't tell if I was holding onto the handlebars properly or not. It was until they warmed up that I could properly enjoy the great trail. Our Joplins really came into their own and Rachel and I whooped our way down together and occassionally stopped for photos along the way it was too spectacular not too. As we came into town we rode down the steps of the temple and crossed the finish line… at 8am!
It was my favourite stage so far.
See All Demo Options. As a fellow educator, I learned some things about writing myself, especially more effective ways to teach it. He knows that his students will soon be faced with in-class essay examinations and exposition assignments, and he also knows that their teachers will soon notice that the students may have been getting some sneaky help on their other assignments if he doesn't do something. Catch these up and coming riders kicking up dust in the gnarliest of races from cross-country to enduro and beyond. The first five days of this 10th anniversary year of the race would follow the famous Annapurna circuit trek from Besi Sahar towards Manang, and then up and over the Thorang La pass and down to Muktinath. Throw in the external factors of altitude, temperatures, dietary differences, lack of home comforts, and lower levels of hygiene, and just getting your body through it is an achievement to be proud of. A Time to Run.
Looking Down the Mountain in Nepal. Stage six was a 45km ride from Muktinath to Gilling and into the Upper Mustang region.
This stage included m of climbing and we had learned that in Nepal, that meant it was going to be a tough day. Almost immediately we were greeted with the most incredible views in all directions. We could see Annapurna, Nilgiri, Dhalugiri, and many other huge peaks and below those, enormous canyons and crazy rock formations. It felt like we were in the Wild West but it was so much bigger.
We reached the top of the first of five passes of the day and then dropped our saddles and set off down the descent. It was absolutely brilliant. I felt completely privileged to be able to ride bikes in such a stunning place.
At times it felt like we were the only two people on the planet. Huge scenery stretched out all around us, and there were no signs of roads, houses or civilisation. It was untouched, unspoiled, and beautiful. The bottom section wound its way through crazy rock formations made of lumps of pebbles stuck together with mud! We giggled our way through and passed the first water station at the bottom of the descent on a massive high.
We were grinning from ear to ear and buzzing with adrenaline! It took quite a few hours to finish the rest of our riding that day.
We climbed up steep and VERY dusty tracks and descended into shaded icy canyons, and no matter where we went, the scenery continued to be unbelievable. Blankets of clouds sat in the valley and different views of the big mountains were revealed at every turn.
The riding was hard on the legs, and with all the dust, dry air, and altitude, it was hard on the lungs too. Despite all that, I loved it though—what an amazing place to ride. Our accommodation for the night was incredibly rustic but also really cool, it felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. On top of it all, the local village kids loved sitting and riding on the bikes and having their pictures taken! The next day took us from Gilling to Lo Manthang. Huge rock formations and canyon-like valleys sprung up and pinks, reds, whites, purples, and so many other vibrant colors took over the landscape.
It was a bit like Bryce Canyon in America but bigger! We were riding up and down to m, but it definitely felt easier than earlier in the week. We still struggled to breathe but at least we were now able to pedal more. Lo Manthang is the ancient capital of Mustang and where the King of the region still lives.
It's only 20km from the Tibetan border and there are definite Chinese influences in the buildings and artwork. The scenery is wild and open all around and at m it feels like a high desert. The town is really old and it shows in the open drains, narrow dirt streets, cows wandering around, and lots of painted doors, prayer flags and Stupas.
It felt like we were miles from anywhere and far removed from the rest of the World.
Day nine was a big day and it took us from Lo Manthang to Chele. The first 15km flowed along singletrack and the next 40km took on jeep track that included m climbing, mostly into a strong headwind with masses of dust.
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