On a clockwise turn of Rakiura’s Northwest Circuit with his teenage sons, a tramper contemplates the past and his future.
“Two more of these and I’ll be dead,” he said. Christmas Village Hut, August 1995 – my brother’s 25th. I thought he meant tequila but he was riffing off the Bible’s three score and ten allotted years. Another quote: “Quantity is a flavour.” This after a smaller-than-usual gunge-fest serving. Two days in and we were […]
