Musings on Travel and Life
All the posts about my run from South to North.
There’s a pressure in the back of my head. The sensation spreads into my hamstrings, and then my calves and my back and my butt. It’s a slow, subtle waking, emerging imperceptibly from the void of sleep. I’m still not fully alive. There’s a sluggishness in my legs, as if the very cells of my …
It’s been two days since the camp near the cliffs. Two days of fast, steady marching, over 50 kilometers a day. And until a couple hours ago, it was two days of strong, sunny skies. But now the weather hangs thick and cloudy, with the pressing weight of air about to rain. It’s near sunset, …
I’ve rested two days in Coyaique, stuffing my face with veggies and carbs. The deadness in my body is gone. Instead there’s a thrill as I tighten the straps on my pack. I’d forgotten the sheer lust for moving that a healthy body can feel. I take my first steps at a joyous pace. My …
It’s been two days since the sunset in the mountains, but it feels like a distant haze in my mind. Here the horizon is only low, gentle hills with a few patches of trees. And I’m tired again. It’s a deep, dull tired, a stubborn weariness that’s starting to live in my bones. I’m over-trained. …
It’s been over a week since the ferry, when the kind stranger fed me until I almost burst from smiling. Since then I’ve been up and down. I’ve pranced in the sun, and I’ve staggered into walls of rain. I’ve eaten good food, and I’ve crammed rations into my throat. I’ve woken near beautiful rivers, …