Last weekend I joined a few Kiwis for a tramping trip in the Fjordland – at least that was the plan. Reality was far away from it. A month ago, I was invited for a 50km+ hiking trip by Andrew – my current roommate. Sounded epic, adventurous and tough. Oh I was totally game! Well, the closer the time came to prepare for this hiking trip, the more I thought about its meaning. 50k on my feet, walking, not turning pedals, but walking. When exactly did I do that the last time? No memory! With the approach of action time, I learned the small but significant details: We would start the track at around 10pm and run to a hut up the mountains, “but don’t worry monika, we are walking the uphills and run the flats
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