I'm being stalked by a group of Australians
It began last week Wednesday, when I passed a group of young hikers on my way to Speargrass hut in the Nelson Lakes area, where I stopped for lunch. While I was enjoying the sun the group also arrived and we had a nice chat. They were Australians studying to become outdoor guides and this was their final trip.
They were talking about a haka demonstration in the evening, so I decided to hang around and have some company. After 6 lonely nights in the Richmond Range this sounded like fun and it was (videos will be uploaded to YouTube once I'm home). For the next day I decided to change my plan and do a detour over Angulus hut to get to Sabine hut while the students took the shorter direct route.
Another fun evening (table bouldering, I still have bruises more than a week later) proved that it was a good idea to change my plan.
Next morning we said our good-byes, I headed back to St.Arnaud to find a way down to Boyle Village.
The next day I tried to hitch-hike to Boyle village, while I was standing in the rain a car going the other direction stopped and some of the students waved. They weren't going to Boyle, so no help. After some time I found a ride and after another hop I made it to Murchison. There I stood in the rain for another 2 hours until I decided to call it a day and checked into the Lazy Cow backpacker. An hour or two later, a car stops outside the hostel, front door opens, and the Aussies check in which guaranteed another fun evening.
Fast forward a week, I went back to Picton, got a rental, hiked & paddled Abel Tasman and then drove to Boyle (remember, my original destination) to hike the St.James Walkway (unrelated rant: this is not a 5 day hike, this is barely a 3 day hike, great views, new huts, but a bit boring). So this morning I was on my last section, the last 7km to Lewis Pass, and by now you can probably guess who crossed my path once more: the Aussies.