Abel Tasman
the abel tasman was overrated. seriously over rated and over exposed.
nonetheless i managed to have lotsa fun on the track, thanks to two couples of americans and some shellfish.
day i
the first day i walked a lot. probably another 25km day. it should have been an easy 5 hours 20 km day but i took a detour via a high tide route and a 20 minutes of walking turned into an hour and a half. nothing intresting happened in the hut that night. there were some awesome beaches on the way, but they were a. far b. few and c. there's not much to do on the beach when the water is too cold to get in and you have another 15km to walk that day.
day ii
it was a really wasy day. maybe 11k's. i ran into an english couple i met some month earlier on an atomic shuttle out of arthur's pass. they were finishing to walk all of the great walks. we walked for a bit together. i was amazed of the system they had going - working for a year and a half, then travelling for six months. saving enough money to have their own house. tramp a lot in the UK. they walk in diffenent paces, so each one walks alone.
i reached the hut early that day, wanted to continue walking. but since huts are booked in advance, i had to laze around all of the afternoon, watching the late arrivals from the last hut. i met a couple of americans who live in alaska in a tiny house out of a village. the guide heli skiers for a living. some talk regarding the high cost of helicpoters followed. another couple of americans were just nice. and cooked mussles. then i went to bed.
day iii
i had to wait until 1pm to get across the tidal crossing. i set on the porch of the hut in the sun and proceeded to lighten up my bag [eat all of my food]. i also dug some mussles from the crossing, threw them in my pan and cooked the hell of them. i wasn't sure if i were going to be brave enough to eat them. they looked like snot. they were chewy. i ate some. the americans ate the rest.
1pm came and went and i had a bus to catch. i proceeded to pack my bag and ge tmyself to the bus. after donating my stove fuel to the good of mankind [ i had a flight the next day] i hopped on the bus to meet the british couple again. after much mucking about inside the shuttle and wobbling from one side to the other for a few hours we got back to nelson and the free internet connection in the backpackers. and a warm shower. and some food which was not nutella on tortillas.
nonetheless i managed to have lotsa fun on the track, thanks to two couples of americans and some shellfish.
day i
the first day i walked a lot. probably another 25km day. it should have been an easy 5 hours 20 km day but i took a detour via a high tide route and a 20 minutes of walking turned into an hour and a half. nothing intresting happened in the hut that night. there were some awesome beaches on the way, but they were a. far b. few and c. there's not much to do on the beach when the water is too cold to get in and you have another 15km to walk that day.
day ii
it was a really wasy day. maybe 11k's. i ran into an english couple i met some month earlier on an atomic shuttle out of arthur's pass. they were finishing to walk all of the great walks. we walked for a bit together. i was amazed of the system they had going - working for a year and a half, then travelling for six months. saving enough money to have their own house. tramp a lot in the UK. they walk in diffenent paces, so each one walks alone.
i reached the hut early that day, wanted to continue walking. but since huts are booked in advance, i had to laze around all of the afternoon, watching the late arrivals from the last hut. i met a couple of americans who live in alaska in a tiny house out of a village. the guide heli skiers for a living. some talk regarding the high cost of helicpoters followed. another couple of americans were just nice. and cooked mussles. then i went to bed.
day iii
i had to wait until 1pm to get across the tidal crossing. i set on the porch of the hut in the sun and proceeded to lighten up my bag [eat all of my food]. i also dug some mussles from the crossing, threw them in my pan and cooked the hell of them. i wasn't sure if i were going to be brave enough to eat them. they looked like snot. they were chewy. i ate some. the americans ate the rest.
1pm came and went and i had a bus to catch. i proceeded to pack my bag and ge tmyself to the bus. after donating my stove fuel to the good of mankind [ i had a flight the next day] i hopped on the bus to meet the british couple again. after much mucking about inside the shuttle and wobbling from one side to the other for a few hours we got back to nelson and the free internet connection in the backpackers. and a warm shower. and some food which was not nutella on tortillas.
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