He understands that I don't know what I don't know, and today he explained about writing on my iPad on my upcoming trip, for the tenth time and I think I got it! Oh joy of joys! Am I happy about this? You betcha!
Over the Easter weekend I decided to take a walk in Wilson's Prom, alone, for the purposes of practicing for the Camino in Spain. I booked myself into the lighthouse at the bottom end of the national park, borrowed a day pack, filled it full of less-than-nutritious foods like two minute noodles, microwave porridge (uuuggghhh!) and some better foods like fruit and nuts and water. I headed off and got there in good time. At one point, I left the vehicle track and took a very steep and slippery path. It was at this point that I realized that it was probably not smart to do the walk by myself as I felt alone and vulnerable there, and thought that if I slipped I would not see people for hours. In fact, for most of the way I saw nobody at all, and that was over Easter when I thought there would be hundreds of people around. Nothing untoward happened fortunately and I arrived at the most beautiful location on earth, the lighthouse, where the lovely twenty-somethings let me have a room to myself, which I assured them was a good decision because I snore like a train, and I opened my sachet of white wine, poured a glass, got out my almonds, raisins and dates, and read my most recent (heavy to carry) book, Along the Way, by Martin Sheen and his son Emilio Estevez, which is a story of their histories and why and how they made the movie The Way. The film is a lovely, simple story about a man who goes to Spain to retrieve his son's remains after an accident. I won't tell you anymore as I really don't like being told too much about a film before I see it.
Don't you hate those previews of movies at the cinema that basically tell you everything that's going to happen in the whole movie and then you think to yourself, 'well, there's no point going to see that now because I know what's going to happen'!
I slept like a log (that tends to happen if I walk over 15k a day) and got up the next day, decided to walk back to Tidal River via Oberon Bay which is twice as far and the track is steep, complicated and the habitat of European wasps which bit me when I accidentally brushed their hive beside the path. I took eight hours to get back and during the last hour I think I started to pray. The trip in took 4 and a half hours and I was beginning to doubt my own sanity on the way back after 8 hours... I developed only one blister I am happy to say, on the ball of my left food near my big toe (too much information I hear you say), and I came out of it relatively unscathed. I jumped into a bucket of hot, salty chips and a latte and suddenly all was well again. The hot shower on my return home made things even better!
Any recommendations for people planning a walking trip? Take wine, a good book and/or a good friend, food that you really like - remember you don't have to carry it the next day) and take your time, lift your eyes up from the path in front of you when you can and appreciate the glorious scenery! That's all for now, talk soon x