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Lots of walking. My legs hurt to the shithouse. I bought lots of chocolate even though I don't like chocolate, just in case I felt like chocolate on the walk. And boy did I feel like chocolate. I was totally buggered about 10 minutes after I left camp this morning. So I half a block of chocolate. I think that might have been too much. I ran and danced and sang for about half an hour through the mud and rain and slime. I ran so much I almost mudslid off the edge. And this was some edge. It when way, way down.

I definitely like sounds. After "We like the moon" they are funnest thing so far about New Zealand. Except they make your legs hurt a lot. I walked 45km or something. Thanks to my chocolate I got to the end early. The boat people had told me to go as fast as I could because they were worried I'd be late for the boat. As it turned out I was 4 hours early. So I ended up walking another 7-8km down the road to hitch a ride. Eventually I nice Israeli lad picked me up and dropped me right at my car. He thinks that big wall in Israel is a bad idea, and he told me that there isn't much difference between ancient and modern Hebrew. I was impressed.

New Zealanders are so friendly. All these Outward Bound folk on the track chatted to me. And the boat captain offered to let me stay in his house after talking to me for only 15 minutes. And on the way to main hitching road this afternoon, this woman stopped and gave me a lift even though I didn't have my thumb out at all.

It was such a pretty walk.

So pretty. Yes.

Now I'm using up my internet time. I could go and read Jem's blog. She sounds sad. I'm a bit sad too. It might be a chocolate down. I could just leave and start my drive to the other coast. Wow. My schedule is so on schedule. Not like me at all. It's all thanks to that Israeli lad.

I should have stayed in this hostel. It's cheaper, the internet is better, and the people that run it seem a bit nicer. The other guy wasn't un-nice. But he seemed a bit preoccupied with making money.

That's all.