Last month, on the 25th of May, I called in sick due to the sniffles (which is still bugging me 2 1/2 weeks later). While I was snuggled up like a bug in bed, hoping for the sniffles to disappear, my mobile phone rang. It was a private number and I immediately knew that it was Westpac. You see, I just changed banks a few weeks back and the only “Private Number” calls I receive are from Westpac. I picked up the phone, silently wondering if I had forgotten to sign papers and needed to pop in a branch immediately to sort things out. I was relieved when it was not KW (the lady I usually deal with), but … someone else. Our conversation went something like this …
The British Dictionary defines Traipse (/treɪps/) as:
and that’s exactly what I did on and what it was on the last Sunday of January when I (together with the Grizzly Bear, sisterhood and a few other folk) completed the Tongariro Crossing.
Guess who spent three full days out in the bush on Easter Weekend? Yes, you got it! Pretty little princess me! I know! I can’t believe that I went on another tramp – a real one this time (Tramping Partner insists that the first one he took me on was just a sampler, and not the real thing) – and guess what. Not only did I enjoy the Holdsworth-Kaitoke Track (well, I think I did anyway), I have … once again … survived to tell the tale.
Went on a 2-hour-tramp this afternoon. I needed to try out my new tramping boots and increase my fitness level so I’d be prepared to take on Tongariro in about three weeks. The closest track to home is the Tip Track or the Te Kopahou Reserve. I’ve been told that, even though it will be steep in some places, it’ll be generally a fairly cruise-y walk – and I suppose, in a way, it was. Yeah, I still huffed and puffed for most of the way but I made it to the top in one piece. In an ideal world, I should be walking uphill without stopping but, since I have my camera and there were lovely views – I paused every so often … to catch my breath, have a drink of water and take some pictures! 🙂
Here are some of the lovely things you’ll see if you walk the Tip Track.
I’ve just finished applying wax on my *ehem* new tramping shoes. I had sore toes after the tramp last week and I was told by more experienced trampers that, although my shoes were “all right”, they weren’t exactly the best pair for long distance tramping. They weren’t big enough to accommodate my feet when they swelled and my toes were pushing against the tips when walking and when going downhill. If i didn’t want to have black toe-nails (who would want to have those?) and if I would be, as was discussed last weekend, go on other tramps, then I should invest in shoes that would protect my feet. So yesterday … I bought these beauties! I figured, if I’m going to do the Tongariro Alpine Crossing in mid-March, I might as well get the proper shoes and break them in so that they’d feel ultra comfy on the day itself.
Who would have thought that Pretty Little Princess me would survive three days in the bush! I honestly wouldn’t have thought so myself, but I actually did it. I went on an honest-to-goodness tramp (level of difficulty: Medium) and survived — without a hairbrush!
So … tomorrow, I’m going on a three-day tramp somewhere in the Tararua ranges. Well, at least I think that’s where I’m going. All I know is that we’re going to Cone Hut, and then to the Tutuwai Hut, and then back – and the trek to Cone Hut’s going to about 3 hours short and that I’ll need to scale a mountain (Mount Reeves, I think) on Monday, on the way back from Tutuwai Hut. Hey, I’ve only been in New Zealand 8 years so forgive me for not knowing all the great tramping areas in and around Wellington.