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I woke up at 530 in the morning to a beautiful morning, without rain. I had slept a lot, and I was just one more walk from my first zero (a term for one day without walk). And yet, while I packed my store and ate a bar for breakfast, I felt quite flat.

In reflection, this unusual feeling was created by some factors. The first and most obvious was that he had been walking for 20 days in a row. My mind and body needed a break from the path to rest and recharge during the next part of the trip. Secondly, I had moved very fast yesterday, and had caused some muscles on my legs that were very happy to let me know that I shouldn’t have done that speed.

Determined not to mark so close to a decent break, I packed quickly and was on the way at 6 in the morning. The land was not friendly during the first kilometers, and the few small climbs felt like mountaineering challenges.

I updated the chestnut very early just before a shelter I had been looking for for lunch, and we proceeded to take some food and give our legs a break for half an hour or so.
Taking a look at the map, I was pleasantly surprised that there were only a handful of kilometers to go to the road from where we could hook Rutland for our stay in the infamous yellow infamous.

I managed to tear my shirt sleeve on the metal bridge just before reaching the road. The shirt that I wear has survived the jungles, the rainforests, the deserts and the mountains without incident and I am sure that it will last more than AT (perhaps).

At 1230 pm we arrive at the parking lot of the head of the path and stop obediently next to the road with our thumbs with the hope of taking a walk. Chestnut decided to call the shelter to see if there was any possibility of being collected while persisting to smile as nonsense in each car that passed with my extended arm.
Chestnut assured a trip with the shelter, so he returns to the parking lot to the parking lot to wait 20 minutes for the employees of the shelter to bring us. Time passed quickly, and we were collected by a very friendly couple who took us to the city center.

Blocked path name

I tried my path of path for the first time with the workers of the shelter. I had passively resisted the few names of trails that had been offered me through hikers in the last three weeks. Chestnut had finally created one that I like and seemed to capture my experience on the way so far. As the blog enthusiastic readers would know, I have had some significant recent successes with Trail Magic. A couple of days ago, Chestnut suggested that it was for TMM or Trail Magic Magnet.

I conceptually liked the idea of ​​this nickname and I felt it was a bit bite at the same time.

Then, after thinking about it during the last two days, I decided to shorten if the name in a true Australian style and went with Magnet. He felt very strange to present myself with my path of path, it will undoubtedly be a second nature in due time.

Delicatessen yellow

Upon our arrival, we discovered that we had arrived a weekend and there was some type of carnival on the main street outside the shelter. It was a curious mixture of people who participated in the carnival and made great entertainment while sitting inside the shelter.

They registered us quickly. For those who are not familiar with the Yellow Deli, it is a series of restaurants and businesses associated with a global footprint directed by a group called 12 tribes. They are often referred to those outside the organization as a cult with an alternative arrangement of social housing and a community group of all members of the members.

As they showed us about the hostel very clean and functional, another hiker was in community cuisine doing some food. He appeared as Will Rogers, and was friendly as it could be. He asked if Chestnut and I would like a turkey sandwich, since he had bought too much food for himself, and we said yes. The name of my path in fact seems appropriate.

With our hostel tour ends, we change our very dirty clothes with loan clothes. Loan clothing is often found in the shelters along the path, allowing the tired and very smelly hikers to be lacked each piece of clothing they have in a single operation. Loan clothing is washed by the shelter in its departure and is then available for the next hikers that remain.

It was surprising to change after 20 days of wearing the same clothes, I felt like a new man with my caleidoscopic outfit. With the washing of clothes he started, we returned to our new best friend. Will Rogers had made us a couple of huge turkey sandwiches, so we sat down with him and talk while enjoying his magic of trails.

After filling our faces with the sandwiches, we said goodbye to Will and move on to the important task of showering and then going to bed on a mattress, the first from the cabin of the goose Stays. I was definitely ready to rest and I’m really anxious for doing nothing the next day.

Hunger pains

Hiker Hunger is a term used often by hikers to describe the intense hunger that accumulates as it operates continuously in a caloric deification for a prolonged period of time. My hunger for hikers had come well and really, and even with the excellent turkey sandwich, in a very short time I was ready for the next meal.
Will Rogers was anxious to join us to eat, so the three go to Price Chopper, a great supermarket just a few minutes from the shelter. Upon arrival we headed directly to the hot food section, and it was extensive.

The signaling of hot food was kind enough to list the calories of each article, so it was a simple option to request the article with the largest number. In this case, it was the Gourmet Meat Lovers pizza, which turned 5,500 calories around the scales. We asked him if they could heat the pizza and, of course, they had a pizza oven and were happy to do it.

In the search for more calories, we add a bottle of two -liter chocolate milk to our food in a fresco of 2000 calories.

Then, with our food of 7,500 calories ready, we sat in the Grocery Caffe area and proceeded to demonstrate how they used to eat the men of the caverns after killing a tiger of the saber teeth.

With that hidden meal in a short shift, all that remained to be done was to put the bottle of empty milk and the pizza tray on the conveyor belt and pay. This caused a significant joy for the cashier, and said he had never seen the same.

We returned to the shelter, and although I could have eaten more, I was relatively satisfied at the moment. I got on the bed and fell asleep around 9.30 pm, already contemplating how many calories could you drive tomorrow.

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