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Cronulla to Curracurrang (13km)
|That first day sure
took its toll on my feet (but strangely only my feet). I
awoke in Cath's spare room at 5:30 when my alarm went off, and
tried to get up. Nothing doing. Everything below the knees was
mutineeing. So I slept for a couple more hours, knowing that
there was no way I would be able to walk the entire 30km length
of the Royal National Park that day. I'd split it in two, thus
giving my body (my feet, really) a chance to adjust to this
damnable walking thing.
With Paul, I caught the 10:30 ferry to Bundeena (which could
only be considered cheating if I was actually able to walk on
water), and started walking at about 12:30 - a gentle strolling
pace, as opposed to the powerful (but foolish) striding with
which I walked most of yesterday.
After two hours Paul had to return to the Bundeena ferry, so
a tearful (on my part, anyway) goodbye was had on Big Marley
beach. I felt a little lonely and sorry for myself after he
After an hour's rest in Wattamolla, I eventually halted for
the day at a random piece of coastline near Curracurrang, and
pitched my tent for the first time. I was asleep by 8, but not
feeling nearly as hammered as the previous night. I feel like I
might be able to pick up the pace again after today's and
tomorrow's smaller schedules.
I felt lonely and daunted by what was to come. What had I
committed myself to?
Of course, my itinerary is now
adjusted, with all daily destinations pushed back 24 hours. If
you're one of those kind souls that is planning to put me up for
the night, please check the revisions.
Curracurrang to Scarborough (24km)
|Day three - the
shortest day of the year (and because I'm in a hurry to get this
update out, a short installment too).
I got moving at 8 and walked through the most gorgeous
scenery within 200km of Sydney. My feet weren't being to
troublesome, although finding water was sometimes a challenge.
I received a generous offer of accommodations at Otford, at
the southern tip of the Royal NP, 15km from where I started. The
only problem was, I wasn't ready to stop there. So a compromise
was reached. I dropped my pack at Otford, then walked 9km
further down the road in the dwindling light without the burden
of that beast on my back. And no, I don't think that's cheating.
Then I caught the train back to Otford, with the plan of getting
a lift back over those 9km tomorrow.
A very enjoyable evening was spent in the home of Chris and
Rosalie, with their fun and gorgeous family. I wish every night
could be like that.
All monies collected on this walk will be donated to Mission Australia
to care for the homeless. To learn more about their work, visit www.mission.com.au
more people that know about this walk, the more successful it will be.