Hiking on
Hinchinbrook island

I write to remember the things that my brain, inevitably, will forget.

When you are hiking, there are only three things that exist: wonder, terror, and hunger.

Oh, and fun. Which is why me and my darling friend, Fruzsi, hiked on a remote tropical island for four days.

It was four hours before my flight (luckily, not yet cancelled) when the announcement arrived:

Zero new cases. Lockdown lifted. Stripper in stable condition.

Tasmania was on, and the rest, as they say, is unprecedented history.

It is day two, and my greatest fear has manifested:

I am climbing Mount Everest, and I am sick.