Walking alone. Nineteen days, one hundred and fifty five kilometres. Thirty kilograms on my back. The most rain in sixty years, 140km/h winds. Hail. Lightning. Freezing and flooded rivers. Rowing across channels and lagoons. Six days waiting to cross a river. No fire, no stove. Eleven days without seeing another human. A hundred leeches. A gruelling but surreal and beautiful experience through the remote landscape of Tasmania.
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