Safe and Sound: A Brief Tale
Time is short as I need to find accomodations for the night. The journey has been great so far, and hopefully I can upload a few photos of it soon, for I have taken many!
The walk began late on Saturday afternoon, at about 4:30pm. I left with a ridiculously heavy pack, one which weighed some 20kg+ (44lbs) and regretted it almost immediately. I arrived at Kiama by nightfall at 8:15pm, and spent the night under a tree overlooking the ocean.
The next day saw me carrying a slightly less cumbersome pack, but one which was still far too heavy for a journey of this length. I walked for some 6 hours until I arrived at the lovely little town of Berry. By this stage I was exhausted, dehydrated as I had run out of water, sunburnt as I had missed a spot when applying sunscreen, and had strained a muscle in my right thigh. So all in all, I was in good shape!
I went to the park in Berry and fell asleep under a tree. I really was exhausted. Upon waking I headed across to a local drinking trough, and it was there that I met Simon the chef, from the Great Southern Hotel. Simon and I got talking, and he was kind enough to put me up for the night on his couch. I met a few great characters at the Great Southern, including Bill the Tambourine Man. This tale is worthy of more words than I have time for right now, so I shall tell the tale fully perhaps later this evening.
I left Berry this morning at perhaps 10am and arrived in Nowra by 1pm, just before a big electrical storm hit.
The sights, the sounds, the people, the landscape, the aches and the pains; they have all been a sensual delight! And rest assured, I shall share the tales more verbosely as soon as I am able to.
Farewell for now!
*raises hat*
The walk began late on Saturday afternoon, at about 4:30pm. I left with a ridiculously heavy pack, one which weighed some 20kg+ (44lbs) and regretted it almost immediately. I arrived at Kiama by nightfall at 8:15pm, and spent the night under a tree overlooking the ocean.
The next day saw me carrying a slightly less cumbersome pack, but one which was still far too heavy for a journey of this length. I walked for some 6 hours until I arrived at the lovely little town of Berry. By this stage I was exhausted, dehydrated as I had run out of water, sunburnt as I had missed a spot when applying sunscreen, and had strained a muscle in my right thigh. So all in all, I was in good shape!
I went to the park in Berry and fell asleep under a tree. I really was exhausted. Upon waking I headed across to a local drinking trough, and it was there that I met Simon the chef, from the Great Southern Hotel. Simon and I got talking, and he was kind enough to put me up for the night on his couch. I met a few great characters at the Great Southern, including Bill the Tambourine Man. This tale is worthy of more words than I have time for right now, so I shall tell the tale fully perhaps later this evening.
I left Berry this morning at perhaps 10am and arrived in Nowra by 1pm, just before a big electrical storm hit.
The sights, the sounds, the people, the landscape, the aches and the pains; they have all been a sensual delight! And rest assured, I shall share the tales more verbosely as soon as I am able to.
Farewell for now!
*raises hat*
posted by Blake Elliott | Monday, December 13, 2004
2 Comments:
Great start, Blake. Keep at it.
Be careful though, the point at which the pains become background noise (soon) is when you need to start paying extra special attention to the experience or risk it losing its meaning.
Keep up the excellent chronicle. Write it on paper if the technology fails, but keep it coming.
Sacha
Gday Sacha,
Thanks for the words of encouragement. I shall make a post in a moment about pain. I really pushed myself yesterday, and as a result have 'earnt' a day off!
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