Hukatete to Ahipara
A day for digging deep. The only way off the beach is to walk, and the last 30km was tough sledding. 90 mile beach makes the Meseta on the Camino Frances seem like a stroll in the Botanical Gardens.
The kindness of strangers helped. The local fishermen were happy to chat as you passed by. One even called out and brought me over a huge apple, which I savoured slowly for the next couple of km. Then at the campsite in Ahipara, as we were wearily pitching our tents, a neighbouring camper brought over some leftovers as he correctly figured we’d been surviving on dehydrated food. The plate of bbq lamb ribs and kumara mash was divine! Between that and two cans of an L&P sugar fix and I felt almost human again. (L&P is a flavour of pop unique to NZ, although I suspect it is now owned by the Coca-Cola folks).
Very happy to bid farewell to the beach!