All the way from the parking lot to the trail head – a distance of a few hundred meters – we have been passing by market stalls; vendors selling everything from street food to fruit, to boots, to hiking poles, to massage tools, to drinks and ice cream. The market continues forward towards some unknowns point in the distance, with a branch of it heading up trail number nine. There are people everywhere around us, many browsing the various stalls, others walking by at a leisurely pace and a few heading up the steep stairs )far too steep for the little boy holding my hand) of trail number ten. With the people comes the noise, vendors announcing their prices, groups of hikers talking to each other, old men listening to music on speakers rather than headphones. This is not what you expect when heading out hiking. A few other people, sure, but not an entire horde of merrymakers. That whole thing of going out in nature and getting away from the stress of city life is pretty meaningless here. I turn and head up trail number nine, hoping the crowds will thin out…