Fuck off with the immature comments on my blog. That was just Five days of less than 40KM/day. That is about 8 Hours of hiking a day. With rest each 3 Hours it is a piece of piss even with a dodgy foot. You leave at sunrise (7AM), arrive at your destination by 6PM comfortably. Loads of daylight, and time to sort out cooking and somewhere to sleep. It really is a piece of piss.
Anyway...
Look at my beautiful new watch you fuckers. I can now tell Portuguese time even when my phone and laptop batteries are fucked.
It is made to the highest quality. Immaculately finished. Beautifully styled. It has all the right numbers and marks on the back. It is the first watch I have bought in almost 20 years. It replaces my Seiko pilots watch which went with my last backpack theft in Malaga last year after a 15+ year relationship.
It will help me increase the price of my sketches by 30% - 40%.
I have realised that none of you sad losers want to learn what I have learned about surviving very healthily off the land whilst being nomadic. All you sad twats want to know is how to make cash. This will be important to all of you in the post apocalyptic World, so, without prejudice, I am going to show you how this is done.
The hiking was out of this World fucking extraordinarily beautiful. It did go a little bit 'Deliverance' at times. Can't deny I was spooked a little, but spooked in a nice melodramatic sort of way.
The more you lot doubt - the sadder you all read.
If you bothered to look at my blog you would know that I have walked from Granada to the Ukraine in the past. I love hiking, and even with an old tendon injury, a well paced 40Km, or even 50KM is really not an issue.
I'm really, really enjoying it. Your loss in life really.
Walk Three hours. Rest 30 minutes. Walk Three hours. Rest 30 minutes. Walk Three hours. Rest 30 minutes. Barely a days work.