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If you’ve been following this blog for a while you will know how much I love being by the sea. And hiking.
So spending my birthday weekend with a few friends by the coast hiking the Cape to Cape Track in the South West of Western Australia seemed like one of my better ideas.
Plans were made, tents were hauled out of storage, supply lists were drawn up….we were good to go!
The weather, however, had other ideas.
Of course I know you can walk into a travel agent, have your entire trip booked in under an hour, walk out with a massive wad of receipts and paperwork in your hand, and head straight to your local for a nice relaxed beer knowing everything has been organised for you.
And do you really feel happy with someone else planning a dream trip for you?
I remember it well: the first hour of the first day of walking the Camino de Santiago in 2003. It began perfectly. I was super excited, full of energy (mostly from adrenalin, and the French pastry I’d eaten for breakfast) and ready to begin the trek into the French Pyrenees.
We’ve all heard the horror stories of travellers being thieved, conned and swindled whilst on the road. It makes it difficult to know when to trust and when to be wary.
I’m pondering this as I watch a handsome man hastily weave away from me through the crowd with my trusty backpack held high above his head.
“Here, let me help you” he had said with a friendly smile, and in less than a second he was twenty meters away…and I was suddenly thirty kilos lighter.