Our plan for the day was to get to the other side of the peninsula. Tom was hoping that we could do a round circuit in a day, but the walk was promising to be a steep one and this was my first trekking trip. I am reasonably fit and I love to take on new challenges, but I’m not used to walking with heavy loads on my back and I’ll admit I was rather apprehensive but tried to remain a good trekking partner about it.
We stopped by the waterfall we had found on Saturday, to refill our bottles. We weren’t about to make the same mistake twice.
Tom’s brother Ben had given him a water filter as a christmas present, which prove to be very handy. Even though I am a pretty sure the waters were safe to drink it’s always best to be safe than sorry.
For me that first walk was probably the hardest, but the reward was fantastic. We arrived in a little area which wasn’t completely isolated since a couple of farms house stood around but still within fair distance to give us and the owners enough privacy. We camped in a little ruin of an old house which felt very special.
Once again the view was amazing. But we never took it for granted, each time it was breathtakingly beautiful and we were seeing but most importantly, taking it all in with fresh new eyes, each time, every time.
As we came down to the beach to check it out we noticed a small group of seals chilling on a rock.
Eventually they swam away in part because Tom gave wind and I laughed too hard about it. And that little guy wasn’t impressed!