The events that transpired this day will echo in eternity. This is the tale of how two brave souls crossed the Tangariro alpine crossing, otherwise known as Mordor and Mount Doom.
The day started with our brave heroes equipping the required gear for this tremendous endeavour. I, of course, had all the required gear already on my person, except trousers that would keep me dry up there on the mountain tops. Wearing them I felt ready for the perilous adventure we had settled our goals on, and ready to face what ever dangers that was laid in front of us.
We set out with a four wheeled vehicle with a tremendous amount of space, also known as a "bus". It took us to the far edges of the land known as Mordor, and then left us there to fend for ourselves. You see, one does not simply walk into Mordor, one has to take a bus.
We came at once to the volcanic environment and we were baffled of the dark and gloomy beauty of the place.
The small shrubs growing around us seemed to accentuate the sloping hills and mountains in the distance, and one could not help but to feel a bit in awe.
We walked on wooden pathways and climbed small rocky slopes. We were not tardy though, because we knew that we could get a earlier bus if we hurried. The only reason we stopped was to document the surrounding on our portable devices, always ready for an attack.
Our highly trained bodies did not budge walking up those million steps and rocky pathways. We did not even break a sweat. I was not gasping for air okey? Not very much anyway. And I was definitely not whining. Anyway. We ascended the mountain side, and as we did, it grew colder and colder, the air turning thick with clouds.
The slopes getting steeper and steeper, it occurred to me that a single slip in this wretched land could mean my downfall. My death, as it were.
We came at once to a great plane. The misty clouds laid heavy and we could not see a single soul, damned or otherwise. We walked and walked, only following the sticks that some unlucky soul had driven down in the ground, to mark the way to the crossing. Have you ever walked in clouds? I have.
Onward we went, then up and up again. This time the slopes ever steeper, the mountainside ever ominous, the stones darker and sharper. The rain hit us as we climbed. Not vertically, you see, but horizontally. It was raining sideways so to speak, up there on the ledges.
Coming down from the steep hill of loose dirt, we arrived at the fabled Emerald Lakes. These pools of green and blue held many legends. The volcanic smell of sulfur also hit us and we decided against drinking from these fabled lakes.
We moved onward, eating what little food we had brought along, hoping to see the mountain known as Doom. But we couldn't cause the clouds was in the fuckin' way! ARGH!
We continued on and got to the other side of the mountain. What met us there was more glorious than what was viewed before. It was simply beautiful.
We continued down those slopes that reminded me about why we came to New Zealand in the first place, down and down those serpentine grovel roads.
Amazing right? Yeah I know!
The true brave heroes continued down into the forest just underneath. We walked through trees and mud and over small rivers. One could imagine that there was not a better adventure to be had in these parts of the world.
After the exhausting walk we chillaxed in the jaccuzzi, made some tacos and just enjoyed the evening. Almost. Of course I first had to freeze to death getting up from the water since I had no key for the room. When I finally got the key it broke. Sigh. It all ended on a high note though, because the next morning about eight people stormed into my room to wish me good luck on my travels.
I realised a short while later that I forgot my jacket on the bus so I had to run to get it. I jumped on and everyone was happy. Twinkles started driving and said that I should stay on. It was nice knowing that I at least am a likeable kind of guy, even though I am known as Pedophil.
End of day six (and start of day seven).
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