Day Thirty Seven: ZERO

Remember last week when I thought I had the best day of my life meeting David Tennant? Well, that is still a highlight of my entire existence. But... That was also before I had driven a Ferrari and had lunch at Trump’s National Golf Club. Which happened today. And I’m still not even sure how … Continue reading Day Thirty Seven: ZERO

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Day Thirty Six: ZERO

I woke up around 4:30AM to go pee (as you do after downing 6L of water daily). When I tried to climb out of the tent, I realised I couldn’t walk. My right foot, which had nearly done me in yesterday, couldn’t bear any weight at all now. Using Wilson (my trusty stick) as a … Continue reading Day Thirty Six: ZERO

Day Nineteen: ZERO

I should have known I wouldn’t do any walking today. No further than lunch, or the supermarket. I was feeling a little off this morning. There’s not much alone time on trail. It’s a bit hard to describe, because it sounds silly. Most people hike all day by themselves - myself, included - but whenever … Continue reading Day Nineteen: ZERO

Day Thirteen: ZERO

Thirteen is my favourite number. Thirteen was my favourite day on the PCT? Mmm... just about. But we didn’t do any [real] walking, so I’m not entirely sure it counts. Three more of our posse were due to rock up in the afternoon, we needed to resupply, and the Swiss offered to cook dinner, so … Continue reading Day Thirteen: ZERO

Day Eight: ZERO

A ‘zero’ is a day where you walk ‘zero kilometres’ along the track (this does not take into account walking to/from a local restaurant, post office or bottle shop). I had my first zero today. Did anyone notice I mixed the days around last post? Oops! Time is already getting muddled. I mightn’t have remembered … Continue reading Day Eight: ZERO