This turned out to be one of the most demanding days of the grip so far. Mostly in a great way because of how it turned out. But I'm not advocating pushing through your limits as a way to behave with ME/CFS at all. I got a bit stuck and was perhaps a bit overly tenacious (both your worst enemy and best friend in recovery, depending on how you apply it). I pushed through a wall at least a few times here, which is usually the opposite of what you're meant to do.
But it's a chance to highlight one of the most important things I am experiencing on this trip: the kindness of strangers. I'm now on my own and am in the slightly bizarre situation of being a backpacker who can't carry her own pack. And so far, I hardly have.
The other caveat before anyone gets too worried is that hitching is common practice on South Island. It's the way many people get around. It doesn't mean you shouldn't use your common sense and instincts but it is seen as a normal thing to do here. I just wasn't expecting to put it to the test so soon.
I left a place that deserves to be called Paradise, a log cabin house perched on a cliff above Lochmara, that can only be accessed by boat (I will post photos). Here's how the day started:
And here are all the people who went out of their way to help me in one day - you can find out more about them in the captions.
An ME/CFS Thriver