Everything was prepared so there was nothing more to do other than set off. Steve's pack had the look of a very shonkily thrown together skyscraper and probably weighed as much. Dominici was sporting some fine Polish cut-off army trousers. This was going to be 'interesting' as my mother might politely call something dangerous, stupid and/or odd-looking.
You could tell Christmas was approaching as someone had seemingly hung a Christmas bauble on the tree behind the sign...or was it a rain drop on the lense?
One of the many suspension bridges encountered en route. Dom never ceased to amuse himself by bouncing about on them. He was the only one that was amused!
Lunch stop at the Routeburn Flats Hut and then a wee detour (pleasantly without packs) off route up the North Branch. This got us off the 'motorway' that the main route proved to be:
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- I say George, were they speaking English?
There's absolutely no point in trying to keep your boots dry on a NZ hike. Immerse and enjoy.
This was taking things just a little too far though.
Views on the Routeburn North Branch.
Looking down on the Routeburn Valley as we ascend to the Routeburn Falls hut and night one. Funny cone shaped hill, huh?
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Oh thanks, yeah sure, must check your blog out. Yup sure will, just got to set fire to my pubes first.
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