Somewhere in between
I have started to feel uneasy, it’s a mix of muddled feelings I always get before moving or starting a new job. It’s weird but I guess, in a way, I am leaving something behind and starting something new, even if the ‘new’ is going back to my old life in Auckland. I am so excited to go back but at the same time it terrifies me. The voice of reason in my head tells me to relax because these feeling are always there and they just signify an end to something, eventually settling down. I try to listen but all the other voices are screaming louder. I got Arthur to tell me a good night story the other night, when the voices got too loud.
Lately we have been looking for flats, talking about work and other stuff concerning getting our lives together and although I really can’t wait for all of it, the idea of the ‘normal’ worries me. The life were I am a slave to money, to control and to power, where I am not a little being in the craziness of nature but rather in the hands of people. The voice in my head tells me it will be ok and things will fall into place and I will once again be a piece fitting in to a gigantic corporate puzzle.
The rain hasn’t given up yet and we are once again finding ourselves wet and cold. I am so over being cold and wet. Everything has turned into swamps and lakes, the ground beneath my feet is constantly moving and sometimes I wonder if I’m walking on a ship in stormy weather.
There are some breaks though. We got an entire day without rain. We did go through the muddiest forest since Northland Forests though and we climbed a saddle that, to our surprise, had snow. The mountains were snow clad and it had now lowered as far as the tree line and we were standing in snowy trees and ferns. It was really cold up there despite the sunrays poking through the trees. Sometimes I think it is crazy that we are still walking I just wanted a warm bath.
It was amazing not arriving at the hut soaking wet and turning the hut floor in to a mini pool. Our feet were obviously soaked as we were still walking in water but that was about it, our bodies were dry. The hut had a fireplace with plenty of dry wood, meaning a very happy and warm Marta.
The next day we got so lucky as to have a whole day without rain and even some sun. Having to climb our last high mountain, the idea of dry shoes was like a dream. It was cold on the top, there were residues of snow and ice and all around us were snow covered mountain tops. It was beautiful but also incredibly cold.
Walking down the ridge line, we came upon some mountain cows. When I say mountain cows I really mean mountain cows. I never knew cows could even climb such rocky and steep terrain but there they were, happily grazing and curiously staring at us.
Our track took us from forests on to farmlands. It was nice being out of the mud and walking along gravel roads.
Having read all the rules and warnings in our trail notes about the farm section we were hesitant to ask for a place to pitch our tent as it seemed the farmers were somewhat reserved about tampers walking through their lands. However, having no other option, we knocked on the first door that we came across. To our surprise, we were welcomed by a young lad who was just house sitting and filling in for some one at a racehorse stable. Not knowing anyone in the area, he had been lonely and was more than happy to invite us in for a dinner and a chat. We were so thrilled and thankful for our fortune. Thank you Jackson, you can’t imagine how much it all meant to us.
The next day started with rain but as we were going to spend the night in a town (campsite) I didn’t care about the wetness. I decided, already then, that there was no way I would be spending that night in a tent. We would stay in a dorm, have showers and dry our things inside and have fish and chips.
So we did and boy, did that shower feel like one of the best showers in the world. Almost made it all worth it, almost. 6 more days to go until it’s all over and done. Where to then…