I woke up early and, as laying down wouldn’t magically make my tent dry up in 30 min and also wouldn’t make my socks and shoes less muddy, there was no reason to delay the inevitable: packing a soaking wet tent and putting on wet muddy socks and shoes.
Today would be relatively chill with little less than 30km and a pub to look forward to.
I did have a false start because after 500m I realized I forgot my hiking poles. After that, I hiked for a bit and then thought I probably had a good reception to call a friend. I tried ringing a few, but as no one answered, I called my parents as they always picked up. Chatted for an hour and by then 1/3 of today was already covered.
At 10:30 I decided it was time for a break. I used someone’s driveway as there were no other options on the gravel road. Dry my tent, socks, and shoes and eat mashed potatoes as I ran out of chips (forgot I still had nuts as a snack). Other hikers passed me and just when I decided to pack up, the lady who lived in the house came home. Luckily she didn’t mind!
Today had some elevation as well, but way less and not muddy (only does hill bit, yes shoes got wet again). It was still sweaty and so I drank a lot of water.
I hit the road again and I heard a part was closed, so I followed the road. After an hour I decided to have another shoe-drying break and snooze md a little bit.
I got to my final destination in mid-afternoon. Plenty of time to chill, shower, and go down to the pub for a drink and a bite. Just after 7 o’clock, it was a mutual decision that it was time for bed! So an early night, but I think my body appreciates it.
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