Ah, ziploc bags, how you are quickly becoming my favourite thing out here on the Te Araroa, for you contain all of my separated meals that I must eat in order to exist. Like this smorgasbord/true source of all dentists' income, my “Dinner Bag”, which was renamed from “Snack Bag” because tonight I'm hiding in my tent as Mother Nature has caused this nook of New Zealand to issue a Severe Weather Warning, which, without looking at my phone, and because I have eyes that can see, ears that can hear, (and also just walked 29KM through forest paths that have turned to temporary streams) NZ issued correctly.

             So this is my dinner; and right now I am as cocooned in sugar and as hopelessly derpy as that cartoon bear.


Te Araroa

Start of South Island