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There’s something very satisfying about throwing a pack on your back and getting into the bush on your own. Going feral, as my brother-in-law put it.

On the weekend I went up into the Hunuas from the Waharau side. The weather was good and try as it might, the psychotic nesting magpie which attacked me couldn’t stop me enjoying the views. The best things about being back in the bush? A) not seeing anyone apart from a couple of day strollers by the carpark, and b) the tent going up a treat because no vital bits of it were left at home.

A guy needs to be on his own sometimes. Well, alone with the tuis and mosquitoes, anyway.