It’s not a fascinating day, but it was a nice day with a substantial amount of hiking. In the morning I left the hit saying goodbye to my only companion.
I hiked down to the first hut through a beautiful forest.
Then I walked along the river for a long time, with places where the trail was difficult and narrow due to landslides. I thought I would get lunch and a swim at the top, but it took too long. So I stopped earlier and did just that. Eventually getting annoyed with sandflies although it can be A LOT worse.
I noticed that I wouldn’t make Hunter’s hut and it was full anyway. So I took 5 liters of water with me and decided I would dry camp on the top (dry camp = no access to water at your camping location). With a climb in the heat of the afternoon I wanted to have enough.
It was slow, partly because of the weight of the water and partly because I was tired.
I found a perfect spot with excellent views and not too windy. I did set up my tent and now I ly in it, I wonder why. Because I love sleeping directly under the stars, I don’t expect rain and being high up, no condensation or biting insects. But here I am, lying in my tent and going to sleep.
Zilla-in-the-wild 