It was a good breakfast at 8 o’clock at the hotel, even if it meant a late start.
After short stint on the highway, we followed a trail through a national park and down a river valley for most of the morning, a lush valley for these parts, and I noticed a couple of weeping willows.
And then a long road walk, little traffic this time, and a choice at the end: to take off through the park again or continue along the road. I took the road, opting for the known unknown, as someone once said, rather than the unknown unknown.
The known unknown is the brutal climb up a road with every bend ahead offering the prospect of a levelling out and an end to the climb, but no, the climb continues, and continues, and all the time as you plod uphill, you’re thinking about reaching your destination. Finally, I arrived at six, our longest and my hardest day.
And then there’s the utterable joy of sinking down into a chair at the bar and enjoying the biting tang of an ice-cold beer.
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