To minimise the weight, none of us had brought our tents on the hike, which meant sleeping on the sheltered picnic tables or under the tree. This means we are all up at the first break of sunlight, and less than three hours later we are back at the top of the trail. Nearing the top, it starts to rain, which is a cooling welcome surprise. We march back to the bus in the campsite, with me chanting some triumphal nonsense, but nobody pays much attention.
A few hours later, after a shower and a nap on the bus, the hikers who had stayed near the bottom of the valley start to arrive. Kiwi Emma says she passed the two girls who I had escorted to the Ranger’s Hut last night, and the black girl was still stopping every ten steps apparently. And probably carrying her full bottle of water too.
We stay in the campsite for the night. Those who had not hiked yesterday had had a big party last night, and are feeling the after affects, but it doesn’t stop most of us staying up late chatting and drinking beer. Eventually hippy prefect Jimmy tells everyone to go to bed, but with no detention this term, we pay little attention, and I eventually retire close to midnight.
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| See Kidz on the Datso (Korean Flute) on the video below |
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