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It was Wednesday of another working week and everyone around was considering where to go for the weekend. I was alone, alone for a work, alone for living in a car, alone for travelling, but nothing from above could stop me from another adventure. Few days ago my friends came back from Routeburn track and were amazed by it, so I said: „Why not?“ I was just wondering how to do it, this track needs two days and I didn’t book a hutt neither do I had a tent… Finally I decided to hike it in one day and hitchhike back to the beginning. To make it in time, I had to leave at 3:30am, because it took almost two hours of driving to the start. I woke up at 3am and some kind of repugnance woke up with me. Not really repugnance for a trip, but for that hitchhike. I was lying for another 30 minutes fighting with myself about what and how to do this. In the end I found a agreement within myself in a variant to go to the ¾ of the track and then just come back. This decision established a peace in my heart and I finally drove away. When the night breaks into morning it has it’s own special atmosphere, the same as a silence before awakening. With this feeling in my mind I packed my backpack and started to walk. First part was easy, through the wood, along splendidly limpid river, step by step to the mountains. I’m usually quite fast on the straight path, this time I kept my speed in the second part as well, even though it started to climb uphill, still in the wood. But the wood gradually diappeared and the mountains have shown their full beauty as well as plateau, waterfalls, deep valley, lakes… And I wasn’t even on the summit. The closer I was, the more I felt the excitement, as if my heart and soul belong there. And yes, when I reached the top and continued along the ridge my whole being was rejoicing and exulting. The surrounding massifs seemed to be rejoicing and exulting with me in their full magnificence, dignity, beauty and mightiness. In the moments like this I realize my pettiness and greatness all in once, wondering who I am compared to them. I continued hiking, speechless and incapable to detach my eyes from that beauty. In the middle of my ramble I paused for a small snack, still gazing at mountain peaks as if my soul wanted to remember this view and return to it during boring days. With the slight sadness that time had come, I began to go back. The path was narrow and now and then I needed to got out of the way and let hikers in the opposite direction pass. At one point I stepped aside for a group of young people and was about to say hi. The first was a young girl, she passed by and the second in a row walked a young man. The moment he looked up at me, the thought flashed through my head faster then lightning: „I know these eyes!“ Obviously we both realized it at the same time, our pupils widened, we stood in amazement and finally threw ourselves into each other‘s arms. It turned out to be my friend who I met about month ago on different track and to whom I didn’t have any contact. Actually I tried to find him in the towns he was supposed to be, unsuccessfully. At the time I gave up I would meet him in the most unlikely place in all of the New Zealand! My day just got a completely different dimension. Our ways have separated again, we didn’t exchange any contact again, but now I know we will meet again – at some other incredible point of time by unbelievable coincidence. So, not only does the beauty of nature and magnificence of the mountains fill my heart and soul with joy and happiness, but meeting a soul mate can make moment like this unforgettable, full of gratitude, entrenched in memory forever.