Hiking misadventures

[luzula]

I went hiking this weekend--it was the first time I was away from home in three weeks (except for walks/runs close to where I live). The first two days were good, except that I found myself developing a blister during the second day, despite frequent pauses to air my feet. So I decided to skip the last day. My flatmates found a bus stop for me three kilometers away (I don't have a smartphone), but when I got there to take the bus at nine this morning, I found that it didn't actually run on Sundays. So then I had to walk to the next closest one, five kilometers more. /o\ I got some comfort from prooflistening to a recording where Ewen Cameron limps home to Ardroy on his half-healed leg. I mean, I know that a blister on one's toe is not of quite the same dignity as a grievous wound taken at Culloden, but whatever, it gave me comfort. Then I had to run flat-out for the last ten minutes, and just caught the train with one minute to spare.

Now I'm home, and mean to stay on the couch for the rest of the day.

Comments

[seascribble]

It boggles my mind that you can be out camping and hiking and be able to access BUSES and TRAINS. Sweden!!!

[luzula]

Well, I mean, I guess it will be clear later which coronavirus strategy worked the best...

Anyway, we are recommended to minimize our use of public transport, and I do, but we're not told not to do it ever. I hadn't used it in three weeks, and felt that maybe I could indulge myself a little.

[seascribble]

Haha no that was a public transit shock not a coronavirus shock. There’s just buses and trains. There. .

[luzula]

Hee, okay. Well, I was complaining about the public transport being bad, since I had to walk eight kilometers to get to it!