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TE ARAROA
Two days in the forest of nightmares
In the campground kitchen at the Colac Bay Tavern and Holiday Park I meet Sean, an Irish hiker who is walking south and nearly finished with the trail. He tramped 46 kilometres over the tough Longwood Range the day before, which astonishes me; my first biggish day, 27 kilometres along the flat Ōreti Beach, had completely destroyed me.
“I’m ruined,” he says. “Are you headed north?” “Yup.” He indicates my hiking pants and says, “You don’t want to wear those in the Longwoods.” “Why not?” “They’ll be wrecked,” he says. “Wear shorts. You’ll be two days in mud up to your knees and there’s no avoiding it. You try to edge around the outside and realise it’s just wall-to-wall mud. You just have to go straight through. But it’s good craic. When else are you going to be doing that?” I leave the campground around nine the next day, wearing shorts as instructed. I walk along State Highway 99 towards the ranges, which are covered halfway in a band of heavy white cloud. The village is silent. A dog is rummaging through a bin on the corner, pulling out fish’n’chip wrappers and snuffling into them. He looks up as I approach and skulks off across the road to a dilapidated shed. A Fonterra truck changes lanes to avoid rushing me and, grateful, I wave and the driver toots. Cattle gather at the fence to watch me. Little socks of spiderwebs cover stems of kānuka. I feel good; I can move quickly on the asphalt. In fact, it is lovely. So many hikers complain about all the road-walking on Te Araroa; is it really so bad? I turn into Round Hill Road and admire a massive spreading macrocarpa, then greet a man working in front of his tidy black cottage. “I hope you like the mud!” he calls with real glee. He has Radio New Zealand going and looks like he’s been in the garden. “I don’t bloody go up there any more.” “Probably because you’ve got too much to do around here, eh?” I say, not without a note of hope. “No, no, no—it’s too bloody muddy,” he says. “Mud! Up to here!” His hand chops his abdomen. “Up to my waist!” Keep reading...
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