It was on our way to Mt. Cook Village, a little over two hundred kilometres north of Wanaka, that we clocked our thousandth kilometre of the trip. A thousand kilometres in five days – a mere drop in the ocean. Deceptively, even the smallest country will wear the soles out off your shoes. As a dear friend recently reminded me, from over several multiples of a thousand kilometres, sometimes, the world is too big. Slaves to wanderlust grin giddily at this maxim, while loved ones weep silently, and gloomily bless their stars that there’s only so far you can go in a round world.
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