TA Day 92, zero day, Arthur’s Pass

Reading in bed while the rain lashed at the windows made for a perfect rest day.
Reading in bed while the rain lashed at the windows made for a perfect rest day.

I slept in late on this well deserved break day staying at a friend-of-a-friend’s bach – pronounced batch – or cabin in Arthur’s Pass. Alessio made scrambled eggs, baked beans, toast and hot chocolate which got spiked with a bit of Tom’s slivovice, a Czech home-made plum brandy.

The view from the bach in Arthur's Pass looking towards the highway and gray skies.
The view from the bach in Arthur’s Pass looking towards the highway and gray skies.
Alessio organizing dinner. We made do with what was available in the tiny store but it felt like a feast.
Alessio organizing dinner. We made do with what was available in the tiny store but it felt like a feast.

I worked on audio most of the morning, read a book, watched a film and ate way too much food taking just a wee walk to the cafe for wifi – where I ran into more TA walkers including the loud group of nine and the friends I’ve leap-frogged since Northland, Floris and Marjolein – then followed up with a moment of reflection at the beautiful chapel facing a spectacular waterfall.

Tomorrow I’ll be back on the trail, my sandfly-chewed feet healing up, and my clothes clean, such a temporary affair. Less than 800 kilometers to walk which sounds overwhelming, doesn’t it? And yet, I’m getting closer to finishing this adventure – and then the inevitable question, what’s next?

Sandfly massacre.
Sandfly massacre.
Meeting Marjolein again in Arthur's Pass plus two of the gaint group of hikers on our heels. They all had to skip the Mingha-Deception Track because of the rain.
Meeting Marjolein again in Arthur’s Pass plus two of the gaint group of hikers on our heels. They all had to skip the Mingha-Deception Track because of the rain.
A peaceful moment in the gorgeous church in Arthur's Pass. No stained glass window can compete with nature's glory.
A peaceful moment in the gorgeous church in Arthur’s Pass. No stained glass window can compete with nature’s glory.

Perhaps that is the precise question I’ll take with me in the coming days, what’s next and also who will I be next, which pieces of me come along and which do I leave on the trail like my waffled footprint in a sandy river bed.

I promise to keep you posted with apologies that I am often out of cell phone or wifi range on the South Island.

As my friend George would say, onwards and upwards!

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Alison Young is the Blissful Hiker, a voice artist and sometime saunterer. 📣🐥👣🎒

Reader Comments

  1. Kia Ora e hoa…
    Nice to sit down with a Sunday coffee and catch up with your journey. A real adult portion of the South Island eh! Hope you enjoyed Arthur’s Pass. Tara and I spent some time there a while back and I tramped around the hills. Did you get to the Wobbly Kea pub? Kia Kaha e hoa.
    Arohanui,
    Robb

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