When I get into my dry and warm sleeping bag this night, my body all sore and achy, I still can’t believe I did it. I still can’t believe I made it through this day. For most people it doesn’t seem much to hike this amount of time in a chaotic weather, they’re used to hike anyway no matter the weather. However, for me, it’s a giant step.
I used to talk about it early this year. In 2016, I wanted to try a hike, from start to finish, all by myself. Settled in Te Anau, the Kepler Track soon became both an evidence and a new goal. My first month working as a Kitchen Hand allows me to have enough money to pay for a Great Walk.
I woke up today and it’s another year, in another country, on the South side of the Earth.
As for the Abel Tasman track, it’s located on the north-west of South Island, in the National Park of the same name. That’s where Abel Tasman, the first European setting foot on New Zealand grounds, anchored his ship on December 18th 1642 (that’s exactly 344 years before I was born, such a random coincidence.) It’s the smallest National Park in New Zealand, yet worldwide famous for its golden sand beaches and its rock formations.