Running New Zealand's Great Walks: hallucinations, frozen extremities and near-drownings
Normally I’d be worried at finding myself fantasising about opening a beer at 6.45am on a Monday – but normal is in short supply this morning, as I blunder along the shores of Lake Waikaremoana with two blokes I used to describe as my running mates. (“Running” doesn’t quite cover the activity Luke,
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