Overland - d1

Writing this from memory alone is quite hard as it's been a while since we were on the track, luckily I wrote some notes so I'll have a ganders first. Now all is clear, the first day was an absolute beaut. By Tasmania standards especially but also elsewhere. First wombat was spotted dozing at the side of the duckboard (wooden boards for moving across the marsh). The scenery was beyond impressive and we met unknowingly one of our partners for the whole walk, Mark the man of steel (his job title) from Sydney about 2 hours in. After some brief discussion he informed us that we would be sharing huts with two "banana slingers" (guys from Brisbane) and a Frenchman. By this point the 22 kg ish bag was now beginning to dig in around the hips and the rough terrain was dealing some blows as well. Luckily we made it to the camp in around 4 hours 30 only to find a broken stove that would need fixing before we could eat and the banana lads, who preferred to be called Gavin and James cooking away. The Frenchman Benoite however was elusive and would remain so the whole trip, always being one step ahead of us. We never did meet. So two bananas, two red heads and Mark it is, aka the team.

CL