Getting it in gear- Ice, Swedish Hitchikers and Evil Possums...

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We decided to get it in gear sometime after My Attourney jumped off a large elevated platform attatched to an elastic chord.

We were going to reach our old schoolbuddy Jared in Nelson four hundred kilometres away.

 In a day.

I drove for a measley eight hour stretch through some truly gob-smacking, inspiring, untouched landscape.

Along the way we picked up two hitchiker girls from Sweden.

You are now jumping to conclusions.

We were all heading in the same general direction and pulled up, after an epic journey of heights and drops, at Fox Glacier. A lump of ice named after the historic sticky old-lady mints.

Or the other way round.

It was generally cold and fresh and impressive.

Then we shifted and night-missioned through dark, looming hills of the west coast, where lorry drivers tailgated you at 100km per hour, beeping and flashing,  and little red eyes peered at the passing car from hedges and ditches. We chose some disjointed hip-hop for the journey soundtrack.

touching the void

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At 12 midnight, we slept in the car in a picinic area somewhere in New Zealand.