#-18c

[pickleddginger]

This is some bullshit right here. Happy frickin’ New Year.

[chaehbae]

New on 500px : Aliens Are Watching Us by giorgiochessari by giorgiochessari Iceland, near Myvatn. I'll wander lonely till I see it. A cold winter's night via 500px

[j-hitch]

HuaGuoShan We'd heard whispers of a wondrous, vigorous, even monstrous waterfall located in the depths of the mountains in a small village outside of Qinhuangdao. We decided to set out, on what happened to be the coldest day of the year so far (-18c), with a few of our friends and a small pup to investigate. Stopping off on the way for a good calory fueling, we found a simple little restaurant in the village where we demolished several plates of salted pork strips, sour vegetables, pancakes and a couple of beers for good measure. We dropped off the car and started the hike towards the mountains, with our feet unsteady on the icy rocks and our toes crystalising into stubborn blocks of ice. We passed many Chinese tourists, all of who seemed to be more interested in taking photographs of us than of the out-of-this-world surroundings, but they were friendly enough and after the smiles, peace signs and obligatory cries of "漂亮！" we were allowed to pass and be on our way. When we spotted the waterfall tucked away in its intimate cove, it was completely iced over and covered in clambering tourists, yet no less magnificent. It was absolutely enormous and was fixed into an incredible glacial teardrop until it plunged beneathe the snow at our feet. There was a lot of excitement as the Chinese tourists babbled, posed for photos and slid down the ice, all the while discarding crisp bags, lighters and miscellaneous shrapnel onto the floor. We decided to climb the long, tapering staircase that was clinging to the edge of the mountain so we could get a better view of the snowy landscape. Once we started climbing, the tourists packed up and headed back to their buses, leaving behind a sea of unwanted scraps which were quickly and efficiently swept up by the waterfall's on-site janitor. After he scurried away, we were left in a state of utter serenity as the snow-bathed land glistened before us and the only sound was the muted roar of the waterfall surging behind it's wintry glass chamber.