I don’t know what it is but I’m plagued with nausea on and off at the moment. Maybe dehydration, maybe sun. Maybe giardia? Who knows. But I do know that a 4mile, 400metre straight-up climb at the end of a looong days hiking in the heat did not go down a storm with my belly. In fact it came up a storm just after the summit. But, for a few short moments apart, I near triple-crowned on this glorious power cabled summit. ( And that’s the Nick Farnhill definition, not the usa through-hiking definition! )
I couldn’t of been more relieved to find a bed, and a bathroom with a real toilet and no biting insects. Hello Havelock. You’re my saviour.
The only thing standing in our way was this hill and the ridiculously steep power line maintenance track which our route followed. Stopping regularly to lighten my load of service station beer we slowly made our way up to the ridge, where Nicky really lightened her load, from both ends..