When this walk is over, we go back to the hotel to prepare ourselves for an even more drawn out, excessively tiring, torturously long walk. At the time I wanted to die, and thought I perhaps wasn’t far off death. In hindsight I am so glad we went.
It was two in the afternoon and it felt like nine at night.
We get lost.
I can barely walk. I cannot feel my shoulders and I am constantly almost fainting. I get back to the hotel at six pm and I feel like hell. I fall asleep immediately, and angrily.
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