A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
I arrived at rufio las Torres at about 12:05pm, I had a splendid morning of walking, quite fast despite walking into the wind. I'm now sitting at a table inside having eaten the last of my food besides the tortellini. From here to my last campsite I've only got about 5km and probably only 250m Gain of elevation. This morning's walk was spectacular, 17km of flower meadows winding there way up a river, very alp-like.
Being so removed form everything I find it hard to fathom being back in australia in 6 days.